"Lingqiu, the flowers are blooming in Nancheng. Come with me to see them."
"All right, but remember, young master: the only person you'll admire flowers with in this life is me."
"You... scoundrel!"
Seeing the young master's ears turn red, Lingqiu suddenly had an idea and swept him up in his arms.
"Come on, let's go see the flowers."
"Hey!"
A disgraced young master, a hostage prince from a fallen kingdom; one aloof and cold, the other slick and cunning. One is a cold, elegant bottom, the other a scheming top.
"I've crossed mountains and rivers, yet all I want is to find my way into your eyes."
Xiaomu'er, I'm here to support you^O^/
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