Later, everyone knew: Young Master Yan was the pearl held between the fangs of the new emperor, personally nurtured and protected for life, no one was allowed to covet or spy on him
Young Master Yan was as precious as a pearl, never having suffered except for the ruler of his elder brother.
One day, he dreamt he was in a male romance story, as a small cannon fodder about to fall off a cliff and become beast food.
Dreaming of a life of glory and a peaceful death in a beautiful coffin, Young Master Yan refused to accept this fate and shut himself off.
Upon receiving a flying letter, Yan Song returned to the capital overnight.
Upon meeting, Yan Dong hugged his elder brother, choking with emotion, and uttered his last words:
First, if he must die, he wants to die in his big brother’s arms.
Second, to have his ashes placed in a pouch and carried around.
Third, to be buried together after a hundred years.
Unexpectedly, Yan Song turned around and crushed the bones of the troublemaker, shattering the ominous omen, and Young Master Yan came back to life!
But he soon felt unwell again because Yan Song secretly brought a man back!
Yan Dong remembered the cover of the original book with “Domineering Shizi Gong & Scheming Fox Shou” and felt like the sky was falling!!!
Yan Dong couldn’t accept his big brother being taken away, feeling both shocked and angry, darkness growing within him, and he became so anxious that he fell ill with very strange symptoms.
He began to hear a man’s panting in his dreams, as if through a veil, deep and hazy, insatiable, even calling his name intimately, shamelessly saying some filthy words.
Yan Dong blushed, his scalp tingling, but he didn’t dare to complain or seek help, afraid of sullying his noble, abstinent, self-disciplined, cold, and pure as the bright moon big brother’s ears, so he decided to secretly find this hateful lecher, castrate him first, then bury him!
Yan Song went out of the capital on business, accidentally fell into the love gu “Peach Blossom Dream,” and during its onset, he desperately craved intimate contact with his beloved, otherwise, it was like ants gnawing at his heart, unbearably painful.
His only remedy was the beautiful, spoiled little rascal at home, and delightfully, Yan Dong became even more clingy at the right time—
On winter mornings, he groggily brought a warm towel to wipe his face and accompanied him for meals; on spring afternoons, yawning, he came to the office to grind ink for him and accompany him with official duties; on autumn evenings, he tied his cloak and picked him up to go home;
On midsummer nights, Zhao Song caught the beautiful boy in thin clothes under the quilt and laughed, “Where are your hands going?”
[——Little Theater——]
Young Master Yan was born lucky, loved by the whole family, with loyal friends, and whenever he got into trouble, his omnipotent elder brother would clean up after him (though he would still get scolded when he got home qaq).
But in the 22nd year of Cheng’an—
“Shocking! The dragon body is unwell, His Majesty summons the fourth prince Song, who has been raised in the Yan Guogong Mansion, back!”——”Yongjing Miscellaneous News”
Yan Shizi suddenly turned into a prince, shocking the court and the public, and many people couldn’t help but look at Young Master Yan:
“The Yan surname becomes Zhao, the difference between monarch and minister is a chasm, the elder brother is no longer the elder brother!” “The majesty of the royal family cannot be offended, in the future, Young Master Yan can’t even call him brother, I feel sorry for him.” “I heard that Yan Shizi didn’t marry before because Young Master Yan was spoiled and caused trouble, now the fourth prince is to take a princess consort, Young Master Yan has to respectfully and thoroughly prepare the wedding gift, sigh!” “…”
Rumors were like dust, blocked by the fiery red sunset in the distance, the carriage stopped, and a man in a purple robe with a jade belt, elegant and dignified, got off and walked to the eaves of the doghouse, bending down to offer his hand to the person sitting dazed among the dogs, smiling and scolding, “Grown up, yet forgot to go home by yourself on rainy days?”
