Wearing the White Moonlight as the Hun King of the Grassland

Ming He accidentally traveled through time while viewing an archaeological relic site. After waking up, he was in a strange palace full of exotic customs. Under the warm gauze of a gorgeous golden tent, he saw a huge portrait hanging on a wall in the dormitory. The portrait shows a man with a beautiful appearance, and there are countless expensive tributes below. He looked carefully and found that the face was somewhat similar to his. Apart from the clothes, he was almost the same person. After being shocked, he was suddenly hugged from behind. His broad hands covered his waist, and the man rubbed his ear: "Ms. Yan." Warm words sprayed on the side of his neck, and he was suddenly startled. This was the Hun language's name for a lover. He, is he dressed like... Grass? Turning around, the man's broad chest pushed him into his arms, and his chin rested on the top of his head, as if he had found a lost treasure. "I'm not..." He recognized the wrong person, his uncle~ Before he finished speaking, someone lowered his head and kissed her. Helianyi looked at this face so close at hand, never thinking that he would see it again. The young emperor was cautious, and he regretted countless nights that he should not have been used as a bait at that time. After taking the throne, he asked the great witch to summon the souls, and now he finally has a chance to make up for his past mistakes. Original copywriting, documented 2025/4/11 Fine-tuned on 2025/4/29 (All copywriting has detailed records, please think about it yourself, don't write if you can't think of it) Intention:.