There is a tale from Huaihai: Wen, the master of Fusheng Pavilion and the richest man under heaven, has a moonlight he cannot speak of or be asked about.
There is a rumor in Shengjing: His Highness Prince Zhao, who commands the tiger tally and enjoys the emperor's boundless favor, was once entrusted to someone by his imperial brother.
The enemy nation's villains and corrupt officials alike declare: Wealth and power must never join forces. To contend with two formidable opponents, you'll need love to blind you both.
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Zhuang Cong was spoiled by the late emperor. He was extravagant and loved spending money.
Fortunately, Wen, the richest man in the land, was more than happy to be Prince Zhao's wallet for life.
It was a match made in heaven, a perfect union.
But His Highness Prince Zhao was not pleased.
After all, to love someone, you must save money for him and promise to spend a century together.
Yet Zhuang Cong could do neither:
The Ninth Prince of Shengjing was pampered with every luxury, and there was simply no way to save money;
The young lord of the Zhuang clan bore a strange poison, and fate had decreed that his life would be short.
Few know that Wen Zhi, also known as Wen Yuyi, who now controls half the wealth in the world, was once a celebrated performer in Jiangnan ten years ago.
Beautiful and graceful in white, with a pair of cool, empty peach-blossom eyes, he was a merciless weapon raised by his father to seize power and usurp the throne.
On the night he severed all ties with his past, he sank into the icy riverbed, only to be saved at the cost of his life by the most favored Ninth Prince in the court.
In a daze, he thought: How could the peony raised in Shengjing have anything to do with me?
Everyone says that Fusheng Pavilion casts its light over mortal life, and that its master is like a fox with a thousand faces, his thoughts impossible to fathom.
But in truth, Wen Zhi's wishes have always been simple.
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Once a prince of wealth and privilege, he lost all his family in a single day and faced the world's bitter storms alone.
Blades and spears pointed at him from every side, yet he still had to protect a realm in turmoil.
His proud spirit was broken and his splendor faded, but he clung stubbornly to his gentlemanly principles, burning defiantly amid mountains dark as ink.
All he could do was pull him into his arms and shelter that flame in his heart, spending a fortune and giving up countless treasures, then carefully nurturing him into a pampered prince who could not bear wind or rain.
Only peonies are truly the fairest flowers. When they bloom, they take the capital by storm.
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Pairing: The world's richest, gentlest top × A frail prince with maxed-out combat skills, bottom
◆ Powerful leads in a fictional ancient setting. The first half takes place in the martial world, the second in the imperial court.
◆ The bottom suffers most of the angst. The romance between the leads is largely angst-free, focusing on their companionship and building their careers together.
Theme: Finding a way home within an unchangeable destiny
