Chapters
169 total- 1 Chapter 1 Chapter 1
- 2 Chapter 2 Chapter 2
- 3 Chapter 3 Chapter 3
- 4 Chapter 4 Chapter 4
- 5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5
- 6 Chapter 6
- 7 Chapter 7
- 8 Chapter 8 Chapter 8
- 9 Chapter 9
- 10 Chapter 10 Chapter 10
- 11 Chapter 11 Chapter 11
- 12 Chapter 12 Chapter 12
- 13 Chapter 13 Chapter 13
- 14 Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen
- 15 Chapter 15 Chapter 15
- 16 Chapter 16 Chapter 16
- 17 Chapter 17 Chapter 17
- 18 Chapter 18 Chapter 18
- 19 Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen
- 20 Chapter 20 Chapter 20
- 21 Chapter 21 Chapter 21
- 22 Chapter 22 Chapter 22
- 23 Chapter 23 Chapter 23
- 24 Chapter 24 Chapter 24
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Start from Chapter 1About this novel
The Third Prince, Zong Luo and the King of Beining, Yu Beizhou, have been at odds with each other.Water and fire were never compatible. Their tit for tat confrontation was exhaustible.Unfortunately, things went awry. After an imperial edict came, Zong Luo laughed facing the heavens. His ink hair was scattered, he closed his eyes, and committed suicide under the city gate.However, he woke up again.Following that, he became entwined with Yu Beizhou once more, till death eventually came upon him.His enemy’s face was stunning, flamboyant, and sinful. Only after staring at him did he only notice a little bit of light floating within his unfathomable eyes.“Senior martial brother,” Yu Beizhou said in a low voice, grasped his sword in hand, and touched his eyebrows intimately, “We meet again.”…….That night, Zong Luo had a dream.He dreamed that after his death, the man sewed up his uncollected body, and kept it in an ice coffin for nine years.Glory, wealth, and world domination that will last for thousands of generations- Zong Luo didn’t want it, but Yu Beizhou got it all.However, no one knows that after going to court every day, after the tyrant dismissed the palace servants, he would walk into the cold bedchamber alone.“Senior martial brother, it’s already nine years.” Yet it’s still so cold no matter how warm it is.“I hate you so much.” He held the body in his arms and muttered to himself.-Hate is the strongest form of love-