People's teacher Lu Qingze once traveled through a book and became the unfortunate imperial tutor. Surrounded by wolves, he could either side with the powerful prime minister or cultivate the young emperor into a wise ruler. Out of professional habit, Lu Qingze chose the latter. No one dared disrespect the imperial tutor Lu Qingze, who raised the young emperor. Inside and outside the court, countless people revered him. It was rumored that Lu Qingze had an ugly face, so he always wore a silver mask, lived a reclusive life, and seldom appeared in public. Only the young emperor knew what a stunningly beautiful face lay beneath that mask. After resolving the troubles, Lu Qingze belatedly realized that the "pup" he had raised was a wolf cub. Now that their common enemy was gone, the young emperor began targeting those around him, and the next to lose his head would be Lu Qingze himself—a classic tale of betrayal. Lu Qingze: I'm not playing along. Lu Qingze gracefully faked his death, changed his identity, and roamed freely. Unbeknownst to him, dark clouds gathered in the capital. The feared tyrant, propping himself against the coffin, gazed at the charred corpse inside, his eyes red with tears as he spat out blood. After happily enjoying freedom for a few years, Lu Qingze calculated it was safe and sneaked to the outskirts of the capital to burn paper offerings for an old friend, only to meet the red-eyed young emperor. Lu Qingze choked.—Rumors spread in the palace that the emperor suddenly married a queen, lavishing her with nightly affection. It was said that while strolling in the outskirts, he saw someone as beautiful as jade, fell in love at first sight, and directly abducted them into the palace. Inside and outside the court, everyone was dissatisfied with this inexplicably parachuted queen. Former subordinates and rivals, who despised mere ornaments, were even more indignant seeing the emperor's respect and affection for Lu Qingze: "How can this person compare to even a hair of the imperial tutor!" They seized every opportunity to mock Lu Qingze, often mentioning the imperial tutor with endless nostalgia. Lu Qingze: ... You didn’t say that when I was here.—The three years without you made the phrase "long live the emperor" a sinister curse.