The Fake Young Master Is Exiled [Interstellar]

Lin Chen was once the beloved of countless people.

Born into a wealthy family and gifted beyond measure, he shone on the battlefield more brilliantly than the Empire's most dazzling gem. But jealousy and greed...

They said that to hide the truth that he wasn't of the Lin family's blood, he had colluded with foreign races to frame the real young master.

After listening impassively to the charges he was expected to hear, amid a torrent of curses, Lin Chen's lips curved into an amused smile. After wiping away the last tear of the prince with red-rimmed eyes,

he was sentenced to the ultimate punishment, stripped of his talent, and exiled to a desolate planet strewn with bones.

*

When the Crown Prince was still a pitiful little nobody, Lin Chen had treated him like a dog and ordered him around.

So after gaining real power, he went through untold hardships and overcame countless obstacles to reach the barren planet where his enemy lived.

His enemy was on the planet, watering flowers with hands that could no longer pilot a mecha.

After years of torment, the man seemed not only crippled but confused as well.

The hand holding a rose was bloodless, and the gaze he turned on him held a rare vulnerability and bewilderment.

The Crown Prince was conflicted. "How did you end up like this?"

"Do I know you?"

Since their parting at the execution grounds, a desire he had held for years had spread through the Crown Prince's heart. He pulled the man into his arms, his voice terrifyingly tender. "Of course. I've been looking for you for a long time."

"My dear boyfriend."

*

Everyone knew that Lin Chen was now frail and sickly, with little time left and a broken body. Even a cough could send blood splattering across flower petals.

The Crown Prince was beside himself with worry. While his subordinates looked on with numb expressions, he searched high and low for good doctors and kept compiling yet another volume of notes titled How to Care for My Delicate Wife Who Can't Take Care of Himself.

More people who hated Lin Chen were still wondering how the traitor had managed not to die yet.

Until the day the Empire's rebels allied with foreign races and attacked.

Beneath a sky full of mechas, Lin Chen casually plucked a rose he had been tending for a long time.

Thorns pierced his pale fingertips. As droplets of blood fell, every plant bearing a forbidden name began to grow wildly, tearing the mechas apart in an instant.

And this once peerless child of heaven casually held a broken flower stem...

and pierced the stars.

*

"As someone who once adored the Empire's beloved, do you want revenge on him now?"

"I don't know. I can't stand him.

I'm angry with him, and I keep missing him."

The Crown Prince's view of Lin Chen: My poor wife, wrongfully accused and exiled far away.

Lin Chen's view of the Crown Prince: My unlucky husband, who lost the fight for the throne and had to flee everywhere.

Their subordinates: ...Why are you saying the quiet part out loud?

You two big shots, Your Highnesses, could you stop going crazy at intervals and blowing up planets?!

Theme: There is always someone greater, and there is always a higher sky.