Hehe, come take a bite of this gloomy, brooding green-tea big doggy—one who can kill out on the streets and warm your bed at home He's a prince picked up from the ashes of a brothel, named "Jin" (Ember)—a name given by his own father, meaning "Why didn't you burn to death?" Xiao Jin, Sixth Prince of the Shengxiao Kingdom. His profession is playing the obedient good boy; his side job is killing. By day he's the punching bag in front of his brothers; by night he counts heads in a secret chamber. The Left Prime Minister is his man, the Right Prime Minister's son owes him a life, the enemy kingdom's rebels revolt according to his script, and even the eunuch at the Emperor's side secretly serves him tea. For 21 years he wove a web, trapping the whole world—and incidentally trapping himself. After all, being too successful in the villain business gets lonely. He doesn't believe in love, but he believes in osmanthus cake. He doesn't believe in forever, but he believes someone can see through his green-tea nature and not run away. Until he discovers his birth mother might not be dead—and that she's hiding a juicy secret about the sacred tree of the Nanfu Kingdom, that heaven-defying setting where even two men can have a baby. Xiao Jin falls silent: "...Isn't my origin story a bit too absurd?" "Tears and self-pity are a man's best dowry." He says this while skinning and deboning someone, yet the next moment he can whimper pitifully in his lover's arms. A gloomy green-tea big doggy, online and waiting for someone fearless enough to come pet him.
If you would have me be embers, I will burn this land to ashes