The intense heartbeat, scorching breath, and Liang Ye’s familiar and comforting scent. If dopamine secretion had a limit, then Liang Ye would be his peak value. Wang Dian held the back of his neck and kissed him desperately. Under the moonlight, in the wind and snow, in madness and chaos, between reality and illusion. Liang…

Each piece was beautiful. Most of them were fragments of vertebrae, similar yet distinct, each with its own characteristics that could be savored for hours during leisure time. Wang Dian’s gaze swept over these bones, finally settling on the white bone in his hand. “Found it.” He picked it up and looked at it earnestly…

He raised his hand to touch Liang Ye’s upturned lips, but could only feel a cold, smooth mirror surface. He froze for a long while, his cold fingertips touching his own lips. Soft, warm… just like Liang Ye’s. He couldn’t control the infatuation and longing in his eyes as he watched that hand in the…

“I had a chaotic, absurd dream.” White walls, A cold desk, and the fading sunlight slanting through the blinds. Vibrant flower petals on the windowsill swayed gently in the breeze, The air was filled with a faint fragrance of begonia. “In the dream, my name was Liang Ye.” Xu Wu looked at the well-dressed young…

Outside the imperial study, snow was falling heavily, but inside, the floor heating burned vigorously, as if afraid someone might freeze to death. Liang Huan sat upright, his little face tense as he looked at the terrifying Liang Ye before him, clutching the candy in his hand tightly. Liang Ye was listening to the ministers…

Capital’s Imperial Palace, secret dungeon. An emaciated figure hung suspended in midair by heavy iron chains—if such a thing could still be called human. The foul stench of decay permeated the air, the scent of rotting flesh from festering wounds. There wasn’t a patch of healthy skin left on this person’s body, with white bones…

The collapsed and frenzied emperor was unapproachable, as the ruins of the council hall seemed to echo his wailing. Liang Ye clutched the dragon robe tightly to his chest, as if by doing so he could still feel Wang Dian’s lingering warmth and the strong scent of begonia that had not yet dispersed, proving to…

Excruciating pain spread from his heart to his limbs and throughout his body. Wang Dian looked up and met Liang Ye’s bewildered gaze. He wanted to stand and tell Liang Ye that he was fine, but all strength seemed to have been drained from his body in an instant, a feeling of weightlessness and suffocation…

“Bian Daren, why so agitated?” Wen Heshen looked at him with pity. “You’re willing to let everyone in Northern Liang accompany your family in death, while I merely wish to find my elder brother. In each of his reincarnations, I seek him out, make him remember me, then watch helplessly as he cannot escape aging,…

The plaque of Suixue Garden appeared like drops of fresh blood in the rain. He leaped over the garden gate, and was immediately pulled into someone’s embrace. Yue Jingming took a palm strike to his chest and was thrown from the palace wall, flying dozens of feet away. Xiao Chunhe braced his back from behind,…

Outside the council hall, rain poured down violently. Bian Cang’s face instantly contorted upon hearing the words, “You are the State Preceptor!? Impossible, the State Preceptor was already killed!” When Wen Heshen initially approached him, he had appeared to be merely a down-and-out scholar, and quite young at that, which was why Bian Cang never…

Liang Ye looked down at the officials kneeling on the ground, a weary smile tugging at his lips. “Rise.” Behind Bian Cang stood a group of already surrendered, terrified rebellious ministers. The shadow Liang Ye had left in their hearts was too terrifying; just being smiled at by this madman made their spines go cold,…

After coming out of Yue Jingming’s room, Wang Dian’s face was hit by cold wind and rain. Someone from the west wing leaned out to close the windows, appearing not to recognize them, just nodded politely, then closed the windows tight. “Someone Master brought back.” Liang Ye opened an oil paper umbrella to shield him…

Liang Ye’s dark pupils trembled slightly as his thumb gently rubbed Wang Dian’s tiger’s palm. “Zhen naturally trusts you.” Wang Dian tugged at the corner of his mouth and laughed softly near his ear, “Of course you trust me, otherwise you wouldn’t have led me to that secret chamber… You discovered it early but couldn’t…

“What reminder?” Wang Dian asked. Liang Ye immediately closed his mouth and straightened up. When Wang Dian wanted to ask more, Liang Ye touched the back of his hand inconspicuously, and he immediately closed his mouth. Yue Jingming walked up to them, ignoring the slight red energy of romantic destiny between them, “Liang Ye, this…

The carriage sped along the official road, with the gates of the Capital already in sight. The young man in the carriage had delicate features, though his brows seemed to carry a trace of melancholy. He looked again hopefully at the stern-faced guard opposite him and politely asked, “This big brother, may this lowly one…