Shen Zhile transmigrated into the body of the Ninth Prince of the Great Yu Kingdom.
His mother, an unimportant orphan, died of illness when he was young, and his emperor father despised him. All that remained was a frail, sickly six-year-old boy.
Fortunately, he had been beautiful since childhood.
Unfortunately, he was not the current emperor's son.
Fortunately, he knew exactly how to use his pretty face.
To survive, he had no choice but to deal with these people carefully, gradually figuring out how to stay alive.
The Crown Prince was handsome and distinguished, the undisputed heir to the throne.
Every day, Shen Zhile stayed by his elder brother the Crown Prince's side, obediently following his instructions. He went from making snacks by hand and feeding them to him to climbing into his bed in winter to warm the covers for him.
Yet behind his back, he also offered comfort to the young marquis being punished under the family rules and showed thoughtful concern for the aloof, cold Taifu's son.
His tactics were clumsy and immature. Everyone knew his affection was insincere, but as they watched Shen Zhile grow up, they found it harder and harder to look away.
Only when his elder brother the Crown Prince ascended the throne did Shen Zhile finally relax. His brother had always doted on him, and from then on, he would never have to worry about his true origins being exposed.
At the thought, Shen Zhile beamed. At last, he could hold his head high and stop carefully currying favor with those stinking men.
He left without a word to travel outside the capital. When he awoke, he saw a beaded curtain hanging above him.
His body lay limp on the bed. The side of his neck stung where he had been bitten, then felt wet as it was licked. Long, cold fingers blocked his lips.
"Zhile, since you want so badly to leave me, I might as well grant your wish. From now on, there will be no Ninth Prince, only my empress."
Until then, he had planned to take things gradually, slowly cutting Shen Zhile off from those other people.
After Shen Zhile ran away, he sat in silence all night.
Since he wanted to run, he might as well make sure he could never run again.
Theme: Everyone has a future
