Xuan Wenchu, the second son of Prince Xuan's palace, fell in love with a man at first sight at a palace banquet. He saw the right moment and rushed into the man's arms like a firecracker when no one was around. He happily took advantage of him. Later, he was told that the man turned out to be the third prince of the dynasty, His Highness Prince Chen, and he couldn't afford to offend him.
Xuan Wenchu blinked his eyes, touched his chin and said with satisfaction: Well... I have such good taste!
One day, after being stopped halfway, Xuan Wenchu looked confused.
The two of them secretly whispered in the corner: "Xuan Wenchu might already be King Chen's man. It's too risky for us."
Xuan Wenchu wrinkled his face, a little distressed: "Not yet!"
Sighing, thinking about the rejection of his last sacrifice, he felt that no one could be more miserable than him.
The two looked at each other, not quite understanding: "Not yet?"
Xuan Wenchu nodded sadly and angrily: "It's still a little bit worse."
The two hesitated and asked: "Not even close... What do you mean?" Then they still have a chance to convince him to be loyal to Prince Xuan?
"Oh, I'm not one yet, don't you understand?" Xuan Wenchu was a little irritated, insisting that he explain such an embarrassing thing so clearly.
The more Xuan Wenchu thought about it, the angrier he became: "Can you understand human language?"
These two people are simply incomprehensible.
The two looked at each other, smug and playful.
Intent: Two-way secret love