
Jiang Heng was an examinee who could be bullied by anyone. Exceptionally intelligent, yet he failed the imperial examinations year after year.
Outwardly aloof and proud, his inner world was a desolate wasteland yearning for love. He viewed Zhao Peiming as his last straw, willing to sacrifice himself to gain a stable backer.
Zhao Peiming was a frustrated general, defeated repeatedly. Full of ambition, yet his military funds were constantly embezzled, leaving him powerless to turn the tide. He saw through Jiang Heng's schemes at a glance, but also glimpsed the vulnerability in his eyes.
He didn't want Jiang Heng's forced dedication; he only wanted his willing true feelings. He pulled him out of the mire, teaching him self-love and how to be loved. Then, in a desperate situation, he offered strategies, trained new troops, and together they plotted for the empire.
"This general's head is worth a fortune. Does Lord Jiang want it or not?" Zhao Peiming pressed close, holding a knife in his mouth. Jiang Heng crooked a finger and loosened his sash: "General, how much is your service for one night worth?"
Gentle and affectionate gong (top) vs. enticing and love-starved shou (bottom).
Hints: This is a fictional historical setting with a fictional power structure. All characters have flaws, some very obvious. The power struggle plotline is quite childish and not very intricate. Consider this a small writing practice, which can be read as a lighthearted 'Mary Sue' (Long Aotian) story. Please be tolerant, love you all! Next novel will be Xianxia.