The Storm Is About to Break

See how fleeting the world can be, yet how you still shine as brightly as ever.

After losing a battle, Beizhao pretended to seek peace with Zhongyuan and detained Zhongyuan's envoy as leverage. Prince Chen of Mubei, Lin Muchen, launched a night raid on the Beizhao camp, rescued the envoy, and killed their commander. Zhongyuan won.

The Empress Dowager of Zhongyuan secretly colluded with Beizhao and used the opportunity to stir up trouble. She stripped Prince Chen of his military power in Zhongyuan and massacred the Lin Prince's estate. But the Empress Dowager held too much power. The emperor knew what was happening but could do nothing, and could only confine Prince Chen, Lin Muchen, to keep him safe. No one expected it to last three years.

One night, three years later, Lin Muchen climbed through the window into his room and crept over to the window opposite, leaning against it to see if that person was still there. He unexpectedly caught sight of his eyes, and both of them stumbled back several steps in shock.

Lin Muchen pretended to be calm and leaned against the wall. "You've been standing there for three years. Aren't you going to come in and sit down?"

Han Lingxuan straightened his clothes and came in through the door. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I made you lose everything. Aren't you going to send me away?"

"Those things were never mine to begin with. How could I have lost them? At most, I just didn't want them!" Lin Muchen seemed a little angry.

Han Lingxuan raised an eyebrow. "Then, my lord, do you want me? Whether you do or not, I'm throwing myself at you."

Lin Muchen: "Fine! Wait, no..."

The things I wanted were never the supreme throne or imperial glory. All I ever wanted was him, and him alone.