The Secret Guard Ran Away from an Old-School Master-Servant Tragedy

The bodyguard from an old-fashioned master-and-servant story: loyal, dependable, and highly skilled in martial arts; on duty all year round, taking blows meant for the master, enduring beatings and poison tests, and even warming the bed.

Qin Lang, who arrived just in time to take the remaining dozens of lashes meant for the original owner, who died young: I can't afford to mess with this. I should just leave, right?

On one side is his cheap father's plan to raise poison insects. On the other is a prince convinced there's something suspicious about his identity.

He runs, the prince chases, and he's got no way out... Wait, no. Qin Lang insists: I'm as straight as they come. No matter how slender your waist, how long your legs, or how handsome you are, I can't marry you.

Wait a minute. The prince has a slender waist, long legs, a handsome face, and, most importantly, he's a great fighter. Maybe marrying him wouldn't be so bad.

Theme: Even when the road ahead is uncertain, keep your eyes on the stars.