Ai Sheng had spent many years living a quiet life in the treasury of the Li Kingdom. At long last, she saw the light of day and was bestowed upon a sickly young prince.
Back then, he was a frail young prince who needed his strategist’s support to walk. When the imperial decree arrived, he entered her royal tent.
Ai Sheng sheltered him from wind and rain.
Looking at his sickly complexion and his frail, unsteady frame,
she even thought he would succumb to his illness before the enemy troops of the Qi Kingdom could reach the border...
"Good heavens! The prince is coughing up blood..."
"Oh no! His meridians are completely severed..."
"The military physician says the prince won't live another month..."
Once he died, she, a tent with no master, could finally run away...
In the stillness of the late night, the prince, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly opened his eyes. A trace of surprise appeared in them as he stared at her "body."
His tone was impatient. "Come out! I've waited for days. Who are you, exactly?"
An ancient divine artifact, the royal tent, who wants to run away every day x a "sick" young prince who is biding his time and is anything but weak
The setting is very loose, with no real-life inspiration.
Screenshot taken on 2022/2/20. Both are virgins, 1v1, happy ending.
Theme: When something serious happens, don't always think about running away.
