In a world where kingdoms clash, Xiao Rong finds himself transported to ancient times as an advisor to a tyrannical king. The king is stubborn, refuses advice, is suspicious and paranoid, prioritizes military might over intellect, and above all, he is cruel and bloodthirsty. He embodies every trait of a doomed ruler, yet Xiao Rong is bound by fate to serve him. Xiao Rong’s life is now intertwined with the king’s; if the king’s fortune wanes, Xiao Rong suffers. Thus, the palace becomes the stage for a peculiar spectacle: When the king intends to execute a righteous official, Xiao Rong clutches his chest and intercedes, “My lord, you must not!” When the king plans to release a cowering enemy, Xiao Rong, pale-faced, pleads, “My lord, you must not!” When the king decides to massacre surrendered captives and innocent families, Xiao Rong, coughing up blood, grabs at his sleeve, “My lord, you must not!” … Over time, the king develops a psychological aversion to Xiao Rong’s bleeding out, and begins to heed his every word, fearing that any displeasure could be fatal for Xiao Rong. The obedient king starts to resemble a wise monarch, and the realm seems within reach. Satisfied, Xiao Rong stands atop the city walls, gazing over the vast expanse of land. Suddenly, a hand rests on his waist. Xiao Rong: “My lord, you must not!!!” (Note the multiple exclamation marks, you rascal!) To Xiao Rong’s surprise, the king scrutinizes his face and concludes, “No blood, so it must be permissible.” Xiao Rong: “…” Related Stories: No related posts.