(This is a side story about the scheming imperial uncle Rong Yuheng and Crown Prince Rong Che. Rong Yuheng ≈ Jiang Chiyan, Rong Che ≈ Xiao Cheng. This is the book's only historical danmei side story, and this section does not count toward the update's word count.)
Rong Che lay in a pool of blood and slowly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head.
He looked at the hundreds of blade wounds crisscrossing his body, so deep they exposed bone.
His inner robes, once pure white as snow, had been stained red with blood.
Rong Che had sharply defined features. His thin lips had lost their color, and his eyes were cold and gloomy.
He lay inside an enormous golden cage, casually rolled over, and lightly brushed his fingertips over the bone-deep blade wound on his face.
The wound healed instantly.
Rong Che's cold, thin lips flatly uttered a single word. "Boring."
Just then, the sound of wheels rolling over ice suddenly came from outside the golden cage.
Rong Che abruptly looked over and saw-
A handsome man in a wheelchair, dressed in black robes with a jade belt around his waist, slowly approaching as he leisurely maneuvered his chair.
The man in the wheelchair stared at the wounded Rong Che, stunned for a long time.
A tear unwittingly slipped from the corner of his eye.
The man froze slightly.
He had not wanted to cry...
But when he saw Rong Che covered in blood, imprisoned in a cage and subjected to inhuman humiliation, his heart ached terribly.
Rong Che raised his eyes, his purple irises radiating a soul-stealing allure, and asked with a half smile, "Your heart aches for me?"
The man in the wheelchair nodded gently and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's your name?"
"My name