Lu Zhixu was admitted to the Imperial Academy, aiming to serve a wise emperor.
At the awakening ceremony, he sensed a bond that was destined to be.
At the other end was Jiang Xiaoli, the good-for-nothing childhood friend he'd looked down on since they were little.
She was standing across from him, her hair a mess and half a steamed bun in her mouth.
He was silent for three seconds, then said, "I'm the emperor. You're my bodyguard."
The entire hall fell silent.
No one knew that she was the true emperor.
No one knew that the red cord around his wrist was growing warm.
"Become the highest-rated emperor before graduation." That was the academy's rule.
His rule was this: before she ascended the throne, he would shield her from every danger.
