The famous Old Prince of Pingnan died in battle, and Xie Jinghuai, who had been unruly since childhood, inherited his father's title. He thought that now, surely, nobody would be able to control him. But one day, his imperial uncle, the emperor, hosted a banquet and told him to choose a young nobleman to be his study companion.
Annoyed by the solemn tutor-like faces of all the young men who were about his age, he turned and pulled a handsome youth from the crowd, with red lips, pearly teeth, and features as lovely as a painting.
The youth who came to be his study companion looked so frail that he seemed as delicate as a young willow branch, ready to snap at a touch. Xie Jinghuai often teased him for speaking so softly, like a palace eunuch. But later, he discovered that he had developed indescribable feelings for this soft-spoken young man!
He couldn't laugh anymore.
He came from a distinguished aristocratic family, yet he actually preferred men!?
To prove his innocence, he tried everything to distance himself, only to find that he missed the young man terribly.
After a difficult struggle with his feelings, he eventually threw caution to the wind and openly declared his love for the young man.
The whole city of Bianjing was in an uproar. Young women with crushes on him had their hearts shattered overnight. Then, a sudden fire broke out, and Xie Jinghuai's young man disappeared.
Heartbroken, he swore to avenge him. From then on, he worked tirelessly to improve himself. A few years later, he led three armies with the Tiger Tally and swept away the invading Yan forces, like a god of war reborn.
But...
Those who had been thinking of arranging a marriage for him sighed. It was a shame that such a valiant god of war preferred men!
When Xie Jinghuai returned to the capital in triumph, he passed by the Song family, imperial merchants who had supplied them with money, grain, and provisions. He went in to pay a visit, but the head of the household seemed to be deliberately keeping him waiting. After a long while, someone finally came. Slightly annoyed, he looked up, only to see a person lifting the beaded curtain and stepping inside, with delicate features, red lips, pearly teeth, and a figure as slender as a young willow branch...
Song Qingru, back in women's clothes, raised her willow-thin brows and held a jade-handled round fan. She looked at him with a half-smile.
