The Imperial Preceptor Has Little Time Left

[Gentle and refined on the outside, secretly possessive and jealous on the inside: the prince as the pursuer x carefree on the outside, determined to die on the inside: the Imperial Preceptor as the pursued] The Imperial Preceptor Ji Chiwei does as he pleases. With a beauty mark beneath his eye, he has an air of boundless charm. His favorite things in life are getting drunk in the embrace of a beautiful woman and gazing out the window at Chang'an. Oh, and his actual job: divining the fate of the empire. Only... Ji Chiwei snapped his fan shut and yawned. "Fortune-telling? Tomorrow. I'm too tired today." Rumor had it that, in a hundred years, Imperial Preceptor Ji Chiwei was the person most likely to truly glimpse the Mandate of Heaven. Unfortunately, getting him to do it was harder than reaching the sky. When Third Prince Rong Jin heard the rumor, he smiled warmly. Looking at the person beside him, who couldn't even sit properly, he asked, "Senior Brother, do you really dislike telling people's fortunes?" "Huh?" Ji Chiwei sat up groggily and instinctively cast a divination for his junior brother. "Tonight, stars will fall like rain. It is unwise to stay indoors; you may suffer a bloody misfortune." Rong Jin smiled. "In plain language, please." Ji Chiwei leaned close to Rong Jin with a beaming smile. "There's a meteor shower tonight. Why don't you come watch it with me, Junior Brother?" Rong Jin: ... The rumors were rather inaccurate. They said Ji Chiwei never casually divined the Mandate of Heaven, but when it came to his own junior brother, he couldn't help but cast a divination for him every couple of steps. · As the least favored prince, Rong Jin was sent to the Temple of Protecting the Nation as a child, where he became the senior monk's final disciple. He gazed toward Chang'an from afar and vowed to reclaim everything that belonged to him. More than a decade later, Rong Jin returned to the capital with a sickly, beautiful Imperial Preceptor at his side, a man who was always smiling: Ji Chiwei. Ji Chiwei helped Rong Jin reclaim political power step by step, but Rong Jin was alarmed to discover that his senior brother was growing paler and paler. After Ji Chiwei completed his final divination, he braced himself against the table and coughed softly. Blood dripped from between his fingers. To glimpse the secrets of Heaven is to shorten one's life. All things have their causes and effects; the cycle of reincarnation cannot be broken. "Didn't you want the world, Junior Brother?" "I don't need my life. I'll give it all to you." "Junior Brother... don't be sad." [I want to write a doted-on, sickly pursued character who seems carefree and unbothered by everything, but is actually in very poor health. OvO] Theme: Even after understanding the vastness of the universe, one can still cherish the green of every blade of grass.