Yun Fengmian, the ninth prince of the Great Yong Dynasty, has grown arrogant and tyrannical, doing whatever he pleases thanks to the emperor's favor.
He treats his princely brothers with cold indifference and kills court officials at will.
The court and the imperial harem are both at their wits' end, while the people call him the "Sick Yama."
Though Yun Fengmian has a striking face and skin as smooth as ice and snow, he is frail and sickly, with little time left to live.
The imperial physicians say he will not live past twenty-five.
Everyone hopes he will die soon. Even the emperor, who dotes on him, wants to make full use of him,
forging the "Sick Yama" into a ruthless blade to enforce imperial rule.
Hah? Die young?
Who says a short-lived prince can't claim the throne?
Born into the imperial family, he has every right to fight and seize it!
Even if he dies, he'll die on the dragon throne.
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Yan Cangli crawls out of a heap of corpses. The first thing he sees
is Yun Fengmian, so beautiful he seems like an immortal about to take flight.
But this sickly celestial beauty has a heart as mercurial and cruel as a demon's.
When pleased, he makes Yan Cangli serve him in person, bring him tea and water, and prepare his bath and bed.
When angered, he slaps him, lashes him, and brands his waist with his own name: "Fengmian."
Yan Cangli is a peerless martial artist. Even with his memories gone, he would never kneel to anyone.
But Yun Fengmian merely narrows his eyes and stretches out one cold, pale foot to press against Yan Cangli's burning chest,
and Yan Cangli willingly bends his knee.
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Later, a new emperor ascends the throne, and the loyal Ghost-Faced A Li at his side vanishes for reasons unknown.
Everyone assumes he died in that bloody massacre.
But late at night, in the emperor's bedchamber,
Yun Fengmian cradles a hand warmer and smiles. "The Prince of Zhenbei abandoned his fief and broke into the palace in the middle of the night. What punishment does he deserve?"
Yan Cangli kneels on one knee, his burning palm covering Yun Fengmian's cold ankle, his gaze adoring. "Your Majesty, I have come to warm your bed."
Loyal wolfhound gong x ruthless, sickly beauty shou
√ Both are each other's first
√ Neither character is perfect
√ The political scheming is dumb; everything is in service of romance
Theme: Brave pursuit of the dreams in your heart