I Kept a Prince Alive with a Run-Down Shop

The wind of Northern Di carried a deep chill as it swept across the barren Gobi. Xiao wore a set

As night deepened, Qiyun Tower was brightly lit, filled with warm, fragrant incense. This was the most lavish pleasure house

The next morning, the thin mist had yet to disperse. By the time Xiao Yuan personally arrived at the West

After finishing the urgent official business at hand, Su Mu-chen informed Xiao Yuan and, not daring to delay for even

“Is that person sick or something?!” Just after stepping out of the council hall and turning into the winding corridor

Outside Linbei City, the wounded soldiers’ camp. The strong smell of medicine and the faint scent of blood intertwined in

Before dawn, Su Muchen hurried back to Guichen Studio, quickly transporting the supplies Su Qianqian had prepared overnight to the

After Xiao and Xia Lanshi had both left one after another, the study instantly fell quiet. Seeing that the night

The door was pushed open again, and Xiao walked in carrying a black hard-shell case. He did not bother with

Su Mu Chen did not delay and planned to return to Guichen Studio first to prepare the supplies. He hurried

Inside the main residence’s study, the doors and windows were tightly shut, and hidden guards had long since been stationed

The morning light was cool, filtering through the window lattice and casting a mottled patch of light across the room.

When the messenger from Tingxue Pavilion finally placed that heavy wooden box into Xia Lanshi’s hands, Xiao was standing quietly

Inside the study, the smoke of aloeswood incense curled slowly upward, yet it could not suppress the tension filling the

The moonlight was like water, its cold silver radiance spilling across the ground and illuminating the military training grounds outside

Outside Linbei City, the wilderness was filled with swirling dust today. The neighing of horses mingled with the voices of

Xia Zhiheng still remembered what happened that night. Jade-like snowflakes drifted down thickly through the dark night. A blood-covered figure

Inside the Eastern Palace. Crown Prince Xiao Sheng set down the copy that had just been delivered, his brows tightly

In the study of the main courtyard, the candle flame swayed faintly. Xiao sat calmly, lifting his brush and drawing

“…Don’t tease me recklessly, or I can’t guarantee that I’ll still be able to be ‘gentle.’” Xiao warned him hoarsely.