When I was a child, I fought with wild dogs for food. On the verge of starvation, someone shared half a steamed bun with me.
To repay his kindness, I disguised myself as a boy and stayed by his side as a servant.
This man was once the most noble Crown Prince of the dynasty.
One day, he fell from grace, reduced to ruin, and was humiliated and trampled by his lifelong enemy.
Later, he became the mad emperor whom everyone feared.
Yet on a snowy night, he took his own life, and before his death, pleaded desperately:
“Yunling, don’t look at me… I’m so filthy.”
When I opened my eyes again, time had rewound twenty years.
The Imperial Tutor harbored the ambitions of a Wolf, the general eyed the throne like a tiger, and the imperial brother plotted in secret.
Only the Little Highness remained innocent and pure, completely unaware.
In this life, I have come only to protect him.
