Ji Miao died in the bitter winter of the second year of Yuanxi. To fulfill his father's ambitions, he schemed all his life, pushing his younger brother onto the throne—only to be branded a traitor and executed at the Meridian Gate. On the day of his death, he finally realized the truth: the familial bonds he treasured were nothing but a charade to exploit his worth. His whole life had been a cruel joke. The coldest day of winter, his blood ran icy. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned—six years in the past. Good news: at this moment, his father’s rebellion hadn’t even begun. Bad news: the body he was reborn into wasn’t his own. * This new body was lowborn, without family or power. But that didn’t matter—he still had *his past self*. Under the name Si Xiong, he stayed by his past self’s side, biding his time, using him for revenge. From the crown prince’s death during the southern tour to the upheaval in the capital, he secretly maneuvered alongside that man, uncovering secrets, leveraging his status to weave a web of vengeance—one that would lead to his father and brother’s downfall and his own ascension. Everything went according to plan, except for one thing— The way that man looked at him grew stranger, shifting from wariness to something tender, almost... *possessive*. And then, it crossed the line. In the dim candlelight, that man—wearing *his own past face*—pinned him down, fingers pressing hard against his throat, voice soft but venomous: *"You think you can use me and walk away? Nothing in this world comes that easy."* *"Tell me—what am I to you?"* Half-undressed, Si Xiong choked on his words. But the other only murmured against his ear, pleading: *"Just don’t leave me."* *"I don’t care if it’s love or lies."* *"Just promise... you’ll never leave me. Please?"*