The cold night was like ink, and the eaves of the cold palace were covered with frost. As a down-and-out prince, he was imprisoned in this cold world, cowering in the humiliation, and his future seemed to be heavily obscured by thick fog. And he, like a warm flame on a snowy night, stepped into this desolate and desperate situation. Under the dim candlelight, I held his trembling hand, taught him how to read and practice etiquette, and taught him about power and strategy. A trace of warmth quietly blended into the desolate heart of the young man.
In the years that followed, they walked hand in hand and climbed the turbulent road to the throne. In every plan and every danger, they stand side by side, with the same mind, and their friendship grows secretly in the bloody storm, but can only be hidden in the moment when their eyes meet.
Finally, he ascended the throne. He thought that all the hardships would be rewarded, but the gears of fate turned ruthlessly. In order to stabilize the country and the country, his methods gradually became more and more fierce and ruthless. He was regarded as a traitor by all the people, and slander and abuse were like a strong tide, drowning him. In the court hall, the voices of impeachment were heard one after another. The emperor looked down from the dragon chair with complicated eyes.
That day, deep in the palace, agarwood curled up. The emperor filled a cup of tea with his own hands and placed it in front of him. Their eyes met, and all the past things came to mind, including the companionship of studying hard in the cold window, the support of the bloody storm, and the unspeakable nostalgia. The aroma of tea. Lingering, but like a demonic sound urging death.
Will this companionship that started at the end of time, this entanglement of secret emotions, eventually turn into nothing in this life and death decision?
Intent: gay