In the 20th year of Yankang, the country was strong and the people were safe. Six dynasties came to worship him. Because the position of the prince was unresolved, undercurrents surged in the court.
Shen Beijue was the son of the man from Leng Palace. Although he was a prince, he was extremely unpopular and was dispensable. Fu Yingzui was the regent, and he was more powerful than one person. That night, Shen Beijue's sword took a wrong turn and found him...
"If you, sir, help me ascend to the throne of prince, I will give you the beautiful mountains and rivers as a gift, how about that?"
Fu Yingzui's eyes were unclear: "Third Prince, if your Majesty comes to know about this, aren't you afraid that I will tell you if it is a sin of beheading?"
Shen Baijue said: "Sir, you are a smart man. No one except me is willing to share the country with others."
Fu Yingzui leaned into his ear and sniffed softly: "The prince can enjoy this kingdom by himself, but this is not what I want."
"Just say whatever you want and I will give it to you."
Fu Yingzui twirled his hair: "I'm afraid I can't afford the prince I want."
Shen Baijue frowned slightly: "Sir, just say it."
Fu Yingzui's fingertips traced his neck: "I want..."
After years of entanglement, it has become impossible to let go. Is the throne really so important? Is it so important that you don't even want me?
Intention: The road always gets darker as we go, and we don't know when we will see the light.