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The Kingdom of Dayanyan fell. Refusing to yield even in death, Xiao Yi chose to martyr himself for his country, transforming into a wandering ghost who drifted through the mortal realm for a hundred years.
Suddenly, a turning point arose: Xiao Yi possessed the body of the fallen Great General, the Marquis of Zhenbei, taking his place to protect the nation and gallop across the battlefield.
After three years of military campaigns, the enemy forces surrendered, and Xiao Yi made a grand and ostentatious return to the capital.
Amidst the lingering hints of spring, a single glance exchanged from a pavilion balcony quietly birthed deep affection.
Shu Fuyan never expected that one day, he would fall under a man’s spell.
Xiao Yi possessed striking good looks, bearing the majestic posture of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix, seducing him at every single moment.
To Xiao Yi, Shu Fuyan was supposed to be aloof, distant, and matchless in wisdom and strategy.
Yet he never imagined that the man would shed his outer robes, smile radiantly, and crook a finger at him, saying, “General Xiao, the begonia flowers in spring have bloomed. Would you like to go take a look?” Xiao Yi closed his eyes and silently recited the Cleansing Heart Mantra.
A few days later, Shu Fuyan’s seduction tactics escalated. While playing the konghou, he cast seductive glances at Xiao Yi and asked, “General Xiao, do you truly… dislike humble this one?” This time, Xiao Yi could no longer evade him.
The aloof noble son transformed into a seductive little sprite who clung tightly to him, and who could remain unmoved upon hearing such bold and passionate words?
With a reverse of his hand, Xiao Yi embraced Shu Fuyan and carried him toward the bed, his face filled with heavy desire: “It is still not too late to leave.”
Shu Fuyan wrapped his arms tightly around Xiao Yi’s neck, kissing him with infatuated devotion: “Xiao Yi, love me…”
“I beg you, love me.”
A gentle spring rain pattered softly outside, while a single branch of begonia burned with brilliant, dazzling splendor.
From that moment on, a wandering soul took up residence deep within his heart.
