Chapter 41
“My dear, you are in serious trouble.” Fu Ye said, “Xiao Ai! You finally show up—get ready to clean up […]
In the twelfth year of the Tianyun era, the capital city fell, causing members of the royal family to scatter. Fourteen years later, under the iron-fisted rule of the new emperor, the chaotic Great Zhou dynasty finally regained peace.
At this time, a young man named Fu Ye travels a great distance to the capital, claiming to be the emperor’s long-lost younger brother, the sixth prince who was lost years ago. His sudden appearance shocks the court.
Fu Ye kneels in the grand hall, looking up to meet the emperor’s sharp, cold gaze. Remembering that in the original story, the impostor who claimed this identity was beheaded and his head displayed on the city gate for three years, Fu Ye trembles with fear.
Now, he faces the challenge of convincingly posing as the emperor’s brother under the tyrant’s watchful eyes to survive. In response, he faints directly at the emperor’s feet.
“My dear, you are in serious trouble.” Fu Ye said, “Xiao Ai! You finally show up—get ready to clean up […]
Qin Neijian carefully watched Fu Ye’s reaction. What else could he do? His orders were to “watch closely.” Honestly, wouldn’t
Fu Huang looked especially handsome today. He wasn’t the kind of man with strikingly good looks—his features were sharp and
At that moment, the emperor didn’t bother about what the Empress Dowager might think. He didn’t even look at her.
In Qingyuan Palace, the silence was suffocating. Eunuch Qin, trembling with fear, had deliberately dismissed all the other attendants. Only
Eunuch Qin nodded in agreement, though in his heart he could only sigh. His Majesty is just blowing off steam
Fu Ye felt like he shouldn’t have said anything about missing him. But the truth was—he really had missed him.
He didn’t know when they’d actually succeed — and deep down, he knew the path ahead would be rough, nothing
At that moment, Fu Ye’s carriage had just passed through the nearby side gate and reached Tianmen Gate. The palace
Fu Huang loosened his hold on Fu Ye and looked at him, his gaze so deep it was almost frightening.
The two of them stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about so many things. The way Fu
The Archery Pavilion. The setting sun cast its last rays over the palace walls. Eunuch Qin stood at the emperor’s
Once the Emperor and the Prince had entered, Steward Jin and the others took charge of receiving the palace attendants
At Prince Huan’s residence, dusk had fallen. A few maids were lighting lanterns shaped like little birds as they moved
In ancient times, drums were used both to send messages and to mark the hours. Along the main thoroughfare of
Though his eyes were fixed on the memorial in his hands, Fu Ye’s mind wasn’t entirely on what he was
Fu Ye thought about how the past couple of days had left him anxious and on edge, his face worn
Qin Neijian thought to himself: What does an emperor even need to prepare for a wedding? He’d never had to
The imperial palace was especially lively today. Groups of officials filled the road from Dongchen Gate all the way to
Shuang Fu saw His Majesty enter and quickly bowed low to pay his respects. Fu Ye turned and saw Fu