The Beautiful Little Emperor Is Reborn

The recipient was a young emperor, born to wealth and privilege, cherished by everyone like a precious pearl in their hands.

The scum of a man was nothing but the son of a criminal minister, someone who should have been beheaded in the marketplace and tossed into a mass grave.

The recipient saved his life, gave him an official post, and promoted him step by step from a junior officer to a great general. He bestowed a tiger tally on him and gave him command of an army.

But who could have guessed that the scum would join forces with the recipient's younger brother, drive him from the throne, imprison him in a dungeon, and cut off his fingers? In the end, the recipient fought back, gripping a blade with his mutilated hand and dying together with the scum.

The recipient was reborn on the military training grounds at age sixteen. The scum was kneeling before him, waiting to be promoted to lieutenant general. The recipient walked past him indifferently and instead reached out to help a young soldier rise from the dirt.

The recipient remembered that this man would later lead three hundred troops to drive out the Northern Yi, and command twenty thousand cavalry to secure Shaoguan. He would become the renowned Great General of Xiliang. He had even once knelt beneath the jade steps and offered the recipient command of his army. But back then, the recipient had thought nothing of military power and had ordered him to take orders from the scum instead.

The soldier had entered the military camp at ten, wielding steel blades and swords, braving mountains of knives and seas of blood. He had never seen anyone as refined and beautiful as the recipient. Even his fingers were pale and tender, like bright snow beneath the moon. The soldier's heart pounded wildly, and he feared the calluses on his palms might hurt the hand the recipient held out to him.

The recipient smiled at him, radiant and stunning as the most exquisite flower in the heart of spring. "I want to promote you to the rank of Cavalry General and make you my personal guard. Will you accept?"

The soldier blushed scarlet and stammered, "Y-yes, I... This lowly officer accepts."

The recipient helped him up, only then realizing how tall the boy was. He almost completely overshadowed him, and the calluses on his palm had rubbed the recipient's hand red.

The scum thought the recipient was merely throwing a tantrum and had promoted a young soldier to make him jealous.

After all, every high-ranking noble in the capital knew that the little emperor favored him most of all. The emperor had even been willing to offend the chancellor just to promote him and bring him to the capital.

He deliberately chose the anniversary of the day they had met, carefully selected a gift, and went to the palace to see the emperor.

But the emperor was not in the hall.

Disheartened, the scum walked along the covered corridor toward the exit. Passing a side hall, he heard a muffled, languorous moan from inside.

The voice was alluring and familiar, more stirring than spring itself.

The scum peered through the window, his eyes nearly bursting with rage. The recipient sat on his guard's lap, both hands clasped around the guard's broad shoulders, his eyes reddened at the corners and his expression full of tenderness. The two were kissing with abandon!

Hearing a noise outside the window, the pair did not stop. Instead, they kissed even more fiercely and urgently. After a long while, the recipient finally licked his lips and tilted his head to ask, "Had enough of looking?"

Theme: Achieving success in both career and love