Wang Dian woke up when it was nearly midnight. The scattered bed curtains blocked most of the flickering candlelight. In his drowsy state, he glimpsed a piece of clothing and was slightly confused. Then, a cool hand was placed on his forehead. “You slept for a full five hours, clinging to Zhen without letting go….

The long silence was the hardest to endure. Wang Dian spent half a day appreciating Liang Ye, resisting the urge to wake him up. He had Yun Fu and Yu Ying bring the memorials that Liang Ye had previously accumulated. Clearly, Liang Ye had no interest in reviewing memorials. He casually marked the important ones…

Whether it was beautiful or not, Liang Ye didn’t know, but he knew that Wang Dian was definitely not normal. Unfortunately, he was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment. His gaze swept over Wang Dian’s face. Although he didn’t like to beg others, things in bed didn’t count. “Help Zhen,” Liang Ye softened his tone,…

Wang Dian heavily placed the empty bowl on the table. Liang Ye cautiously glanced at him, and when Wang Dian looked at him, he pitifully frowned, “Bitter.” “If it’s bitter, eat some candied fruit.” Wang Dian was about to get up to fetch some from the table, but Liang Ye grabbed his sleeve. Liang Ye…

In the great hall, well-equipped imperial guards surrounded everyone. Mutilated bodies were being continuously carried out. In the silence, only faint crying could be heard. The newly appointed scholars gathered in a corner of the hall. Their faces were pale, their clothes stained with someone’s blood. However, looking at each other, not one of them…

The arrow grazed past the cheek. Wang Dian rushed forward and caught the falling Liang Ye, being pressed down heavily to kneel on the steps by the weight of his body, yet feeling no pain at all. “Liang Ye!” Wang Dian watched the color rapidly draining from his face, frantically trying to cover the wound….

Liang Ye’s eyes looked murderous. He pressed the fragment scroll at his chest, staring at Wang Dian with a half-smile, “Zhen wasn’t gentle?” “Gentle.” Wang Dian cautiously stepped back, but was grabbed by the wrist with a force strong enough to break it. He immediately hissed in pain, “Hiss, Liang Ye.” Wang Dian’s strength was…

Liang Ye held the jade pendant in his hand, examining it carefully for a long time. His eyebrows moved slightly as he said, facing everyone’s gaze. “This is indeed Zhen’s possession.” A bright smile appeared on Shen Yueli’s face. “Does Your Majesty still remember me?” “However, Zhen lost this jade pendant many years ago. Where…

The next day. The wind and rain had not subsided. Half-withered yellow leaves were beaten down by the rain, floating unsteadily on the water’s surface, only to be trampled into the mud by heavy official boots. Mud splattered onto the vermilion hems of robes. The birthday banquet originally scheduled in the Imperial Garden was moved…

After about half an hour, the bloodshot color in Liang Ye’s eyes slowly faded away. Wang Dian sat on the steps, opened the letter written by Zhao Qi, and handed it to him. “Zhen doesn’t want to look at it,” Liang Ye said. “You read it to Zhen.” Wang Dian looked at his tired eyes,…

Wang Dian remained calm as he spoke, “Since Eastern Chen has sent the princess over for a marriage alliance with Northern Liang, Your Majesty marrying the princess not only stabilizes Eastern Chen but also secures Cui Yuxian’s position.” Glancing at Liang Ye’s nonchalant expression, he continued, “If Your Majesty does not wish for her to…

The next day during the morning court session, Wang Dian saw Yun Fu anxiously giving him a meaningful look, which puzzled him. It wasn’t until he saw Liang Ye, dressed in a dragon robe, sitting cheerfully on the dragon throne that the previously noisy discussion hall instantly quieted down. “His Majesty…is smiling,” an official standing…

Wang Dian considered himself to have a decent temper. He could handle even the most critical and difficult people, but when it came to facing Liang Ye, all his good manners seemed to vanish. He rubbed his throbbing forehead, feeling rainwater splattered on his clothes from somewhere, making them wet and clinging to his legs,…

It has been raining heavily lately. Outside, the sound of rain was pattering against the windows. Inside, Wang Dian was playing Gobang with Zhao Qi on the couch. (TL: Gobang= five-in-a-row (game similar to tic-tac-toe) “These grapes are not bad,” Zhao Qi pondered his next move, “We don’t have such tasty grapes in Zhao Country,…

Wang Dian returned from the palace when the moon was high in the sky. He leaned against the carriage wall, his sleeves tucked in, dozing off. Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and he was jolted awake, steadying himself on the window. “What’s wrong?” he asked, lifting the curtain. “Young master, there seems to be someone lying…

Rain had been falling intermittently for three or four days, but on the day Wang Dian went to court, it finally cleared up. As the sun rose, Wang Dian, dressed in his official attire, entered the great hall and was met with countless inquisitive gazes. Unperturbed, he walked to his designated spot, his eyes downcast…