The news that Prince Qi Yan Gui had succumbed to poison and could not be saved spread throughout the capital overnight.
Famous doctors from all over gathered, but none could do anything. Then the chief steward of the prince's residence brought back a "little immortal."
The young man wore white. He was slender, with a striking cinnabar mark between his brows. He looked ethereal and solemn.
Everyone at the prince's residence believed in him at once and led him inside. But the little immortal, who had looked so imposing and untouchable, threw himself onto the prince and wept uncontrollably.
The cinnabar mark on his forehead was rubbed clean away as he rubbed against the prince.
Everyone was shocked. "An impostor?"
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When Yan Gui woke up, he saw a delicate-looking young man sprawled over him, trembling as he sobbed. The boy's pale face was drenched in tears.
Thinking he had already died, Yan Gui assumed the servants had hired someone to weep at his funeral.
The boy was groping and clinging to him. Yan Gui could take no more, and shot a sharp glare at the chief steward, signaling him to drag this inexplicable person out.
But the usually quick-witted chief steward suddenly pretended to be blind, backing away with an awkward smile.
Had everyone gone mad?
Yan Gui was furious, but the poison had left him unable to move. Then he heard the boy ask through his sobs, "You don't remember me?"
He stared coldly at the person in front of him.
The boy said sadly, "You really don't remember? We used to sleep in the same bed..."
Prince Qi, who had kept himself chaste for over twenty years, was so slandered that his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Reading notes:
One-on-one, both leads are each other's first and only, happy ending
A sweet treat
Theme: Eat well and improve every day
