Nangong Zhouchen, a prince kept hidden away for ten years: innocent, frail, beloved by all, and blessed with every advantage.
Though his prospects are bright and the prince himself has lofty ambitions, he is still an unregistered nobody.
"The road ahead is long and arduous," Nangong Zhouchen sighed, sitting by the courtyard gate.
But he won't stop striving to improve himself. Besides, the prince in commoner's clothes has a heavy burden on his heart: Where is my big brother? Where is my proud, peerless big brother, the chosen one?
The young prince wastes no time searching for his big brother's tracks, only to step straight into the trap his brother set. A perfect, timely plan, aimed precisely at its target.
Don't ask. He just has a big heart.
Prince's inner monologue: I searched all this way for nothing, huh?
Heartwarming brotherly affection × unwavering master-and-servant loyalty × easygoing friendship
No official pairing, happy ending, updated daily.
Anyone who's interested is warmly welcome to jump in~
Theme: No scheme can escape the rule that debts must be repaid.
It was like my grandpa suddenly learned the news of his death, which was very unreal. When I was packing my luggage to go home, I was immersed in the annoyance of leaving my summer job after only 5 days. But when I got on the bus and walked home, the sadness suddenly seemed to slowly overflow from my heart. After I transferred to the bus and got off the bus, I could no longer walk. I really squatted step by step. Thanks to the hat, myopia glasses, mask and suitcase, my embarrassment was not known to anyone. I don't know what happened, but I didn't want to express my sadness in front of my grandpa, but I couldn't help it, so I ran to the room next to the wall to calm down, and then went to the mourning hall to see my grandpa. After passing by the hall more than a dozen times, I might have really recognized my death, and I could finally keep my facial expression (expressionless) and stare at my grandpa's face in the coffin. Well, I suddenly realized that I was a little bit creepy at that time. My adaptability is still very good, but there are some sequelae after that. I used to board in junior high school and high school (started in the sixth grade), and I never thought about home in school. But after that, I missed my grandma, and I was particularly afraid of "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not strong, and the child wants to be raised but the mother will not wait". Suddenly I realized that I didn't care about my own departure, but I was very sad about the departure of my family (for example, my parents went away to work). Just like Tutu's first day in the car when she left home, Tutu was happy and curious, but her parents were in tears, and even ran with the shuttle bus. It was simply the state of me leaving home and the state of sending my parents to work. It wasn't until the first day of junior high school that I began to slowly learn to let go, really let go. Before, I would learn that they left home every year. It was very calm, but when they got on the bus and the bus was about to leave, I exploded and grabbed the door handle with all my strength. At that time, the child was quickly pulled out. At that time, unless the shuttle bus completely left, they would have always treated me strictly when they said goodbye outside the bus. Until one year when I broke out the night before, I learned to accept my fate. I didn't go to say goodbye that year before "letting go". Alas, I am not suitable for saying goodbye to my family. If I didn't hurry up, I would have followed.
"Mature" is a big bug for the author~ bear