Chapter 1

The Daliang Crown Prince Yuan Heng forced the emperor to abdicate, took control of the Eastern Palace, and appointed a man as the Crown Princess, causing chaos in the palace.

Since he recovered from a serious illness three years ago, his temperament has changed drastically and he has become more and more moody. He has gone south to attack Shu several times, leading his troops personally and engaging in aggressive warfare.

The Crown Prince Wang Jun was from Shu, and rumors spread throughout the court. Xiao Ziyu showed up in public for the first time in three years. He knelt alone outside the Qingyun Palace and begged His Highness to withdraw the imperial edict for the siege. However, Yuan Heng had been planning with his military advisor all night and did not summon him.

On the day of conquering Shu, the Eastern Palace was flooded. Yuan Heng returned triumphantly from the battlefield in light armor, only to find chaos and thick smoke in the harem.

"The fire broke out!"

"Hurry up and save the king!"

There was a thin and tall silhouette in the fierce firelight.

Xiao Ziyu sat down softly against the pillar in the center of the hall, holding a half-lit palace lantern in his hand. The hot oil was poured and burned through the layers of brocade in an instant.

Yuan Heng’s victory in the battle is worth celebrating.

The raging flames engulfed the sky and the earth, making his face look even paler. Ruifeng's eyes were drooping, and a shade of orange was reflected in the pupils.

Thick smoke filled his lungs, and the burning sound became blurred. As his mind became dizzy, Xiao Ziyu heard a cry of pain: "Your Highness is back!"

There were the sounds of footsteps, and the locked palace door was pushed open. Xiao Ziyu collapsed all over and fell into an embrace that smelled of iron.

"Xiao Ziyu! Wake up!"

I finally saw the person I had been begging for for many days, but it was too late.

The hot smoke hurt his lungs. When Xiao Ziyu opened his mouth, blood foam came out. He reluctantly confessed his crime: "Your Highness... I should have died three years ago. I have been living these days because I still have concerns in my heart..."

"You want to die? Who allowed you to die!" Yuan Heng roared in a low voice, like a trapped beast, "You said you would stay with me for the rest of your life!"

Xiao Ziyu's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the other party was yelling. He just pried open Yuan Heng's chest armor with his fingertips, as if it was in great pain: "It was I... who betrayed Your Highness first. If these three years of day and night... can reduce the hatred in Your Highness' heart, I only hope... I only hope that Your Highness can treat the people of Shu well after the war..."

"Xiao Ziyu, you lied to me." Yuan Heng wanted to wipe the blood off his lips, but he couldn't wipe it clean. His hands and feet gradually became flustered, and his voice trembled, "...even you want to leave me!"

"The guilty minister Xiao Ziyu is dying to atone for his crime..." Xiao Ziyu's fingers gradually loosened, his pure eyes became cloudy, and he only sighed: "But what guilt have the people committed..."

He seemed to sink into a pool of pitch-black, yet also seemed so light that he seemed to be floating in the air. All visual sensations were far away. This body had been ill for a long time, and it had been a long time since he had felt so refreshed.

I don’t know how long I sunk up and down, it seemed as if even my soul was shattered into several pieces, but it refused to dissipate. Xiao Ziyu struggled in exhaustion and vaguely saw a brilliant ball of light. Before he could react, he suddenly opened his eyes as if waking up from a deep sleep.

"The magic of love is spinning around, I miss you so much that my heart is filled with joy day and night..."

"Boss, do you like champagne or whiskey?"

"Hurry up, change the song, the next one is mine!"

A strange and noisy environment.

Xiao Ziyu narrowed his eyes. The ball of light he had seen before did not disappear. Instead, the colorful lights shone on people's faces, showing a kind of debauchery and decadence. Even at the Lantern Festival, he had never seen such rich colors.

Not only that, the human figures in front of me were twisting, and some of them even had their clothes half-removed, and they were shaking their heads and tails around a pillar like crazy.

He tried pressing his chest, but he didn't feel any suffocation. Instead, the pain that had troubled him for years disappeared. Xiao Ziyu didn't know how long he had slept. All that remained in his mind was the raging fire of the burning hall... He should be dead.

Where is this?

Xiao Ziyu knew that he was not a good person, so he would not be able to go to paradise after his death. So... he went to hell?

Before he could recover from his surprise, a fat, short, and thick hand reached out from the side, grasped his waist, and was about to pull him into his arms.

Xiao Ziyu was shocked. He had practiced Kung Fu in the opera theater for more than ten years, and the instinctive reaction had been ingrained in his bones. He immediately pinched the man's wrist and bent it, then used a move of moving a large object with a small force. He slipped out from under the man's hand as if he had no bones, and twisted the man's entire arm behind his back.

The man howled like a pig being slaughtered: "What's going on! Meng Leyu?!"

The people who were named were also shocked as if they had seen a ghost. Xiao Ziyu was diagnosed with autism at the age of five. He was stupid and foolish since he was a child and was bullied by others. The Meng family raised him for so many years, how come they didn't know that he had such a skill?

Meng Leyu rushed forward and pulled the man away, wondering where such a thin and bony wrist could have so much strength.

"Xiao Ziyu, are you crazy?" He was used to scolding people, so he pulled them aside and said, "Boss Huang was just playing with you, why are you so crazy!"

If he had yelled at someone like this in the past, Xiao Ziyu would have been frightened, but today, for some reason, his eyes, which had always been dull and chaotic, were slowly filling up with spirit.

His clear pupils moved slightly, and the black and white in his eyes were distinct. Xiao Ziyu spoke, his voice revealing a sense of pride and dignity, "Who are you?"

It was as if he was used to being served, and that calmness and coldness had been engraved into his bones.

This was the first time Meng Leyu heard his adopted brother speak, and he didn't expect it to be under such circumstances.

In order to get the role of the leading male role, he finally got Boss Huang to come out. Upon learning that he liked handsome women, he specially brought Xiao Ziyu out for fun. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly went crazy and ruined his good show.

"Who am I? I'm your brother!" Meng Leyu pointed at his nose and cursed, "Our family has raised you for so many years, and you're not only pretending to be crazy and stupid, but you're also trying to be an ungrateful person and bite back?"

"Xiao Ziyu, listen to me. If I don't let Boss Huang have his fun today, who will dare to take you in?"

Xiao Ziyu frowned slightly. The person in front of him knew his name, but he didn't recognize him at all. And that Boss Huang is obviously a beast in human clothing. If Meng Leyu is really her family member, could she push herself out?

He didn't understand the current situation and just wrote down everything everyone said. The tabletop was glossy and reflective. Xiao Ziyu saw that his appearance had not changed. He did not want to waste any more time with the other party, so he stood up and planned to leave this den of trouble first.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Boss Huang, who had fallen on the sofa, sat up like a dead pig, his face gloomy: "You want to leave after beating someone up? If you don't apologize to me today, you can't even leave the door of Lanyuanfang."

He covered his sore arm, not hiding the rage and greed in his eyes. Clearly, the little star Meng Leyu had told him that Xiao Ziyu was just an autistic little fool who couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and he would definitely not say a word if he was played by him.

He had been dreaming about it for several days, but the duck that was about to reach his mouth flew away.

Xiao Ziyu's eyes were slightly cold, and he did not take his words seriously. However, as soon as he stood up, he was blocked by several people in black clothes and black pants.

In the Daliang Dynasty, even Crown Prince Yuan Heng could not trap him.

He let out a light breath, his clenched fist was slightly red, and before he could raise his fist, he was pushed by a passerby.

"I'm the manager here. You can just call me Xiao Zhang. The second young master is in the private room upstairs. Don't worry, I definitely didn't overdose tonight."

The man who pushed him was also dressed in black and spoke like a manager. The man following behind had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with a slender figure. He cast a shadow in the neon lights, and I felt a dark oppression before I even saw his face.

Xiao Ziyu stood in the middle of the road like a thin blade, his face as cold as ice, his long hair slightly curled at the ends, and he had no intention of giving way at all. He calmly raised his head and looked into his eyes, but the moment he saw the other person clearly, his whole body was shocked!

Although his hair was cut short and his robe was removed, his angular face was unmistakable. Xiao Ziyu will remember those eagle-like sharp eyes until his death, and he had felt every bone on the slightly protruding nose bridge.

It’s Yuan Heng.

After his death, he saw all the beauty and nightmares of his previous life in this unknown place.

Xiao Ziyu quietly lost his composure. He could still see Yuan Heng after his death. He was afraid that he had really gone to hell.