Zhang Ma Novels

In the third year of Chengqian, Emperor Xiao Yinghuai established the Tiancha Division, with its covert chief Song Jian overseeing palace intelligence. His power was terrifying. By Chengqian’s sixth year, a coup erupted—former court officials conspired with Prince Heng to usurp the throne, only to be swiftly executed by Tiancha’s covert guards. At the critical moment, a figure crashed down from the palace roof, landing squarely in Xiao Yinghuai’s arms. The court erupted: “Protect His Majesty!!” Freshly transmigrated, Song Jian stared at the man before him, horrified: “???” Huh??? Protect what???? --- Song Jian transmigrated as the covert chief—literally dropping into the emperor's embrace on arrival. Whether this counted as assassination was debatable, but failure to perform meant thirty lashes under Tiancha’s rules. Kneeling in the study, Song Jian trembled, face pale. Xiao Yinghuai asked, “Do you accept punishment?” Shaking like a sieve, Song Jian finally squeaked, “C-can I not?” Xiao Yinghuai: “?” … Xiao Yinghuai knew there was a traitor and quietly set a trap—Song Jian was meant to be the scapegoat during the coup. Yet Song Jian played his cards too well, leaving no evidence. Afterward, Xiao Yinghuai assigned spies to watch him, but reports only said: “Your Majesty, Chief Song fell asleep on the beams of your bedchamber... and asked for a blanket.” “Your Majesty, Chief Song stole pastries from the imperial kitchen again.” “Your Majesty, Chief Song said... this damn job is unbearable.” Xiao Yinghuai: “...” Later: “Your Majesty! Chief Song flirted with the Minister of Rites and got detained!” Xiao Yinghuai saw red. Through gritted teeth: “Bring him here.” --- Being a covert guard sucked—hungry, sleepless, always on call, stuck sleeping on beams. With dark circles, Song Jian cursed Xiao Yinghuai’s tyranny daily. Then Xiao Yinghuai offered one wish. Song Jian clasped his hands meekly: “No more beam-sleeping? I... I toss and turn.” Xiao Yinghuai smirked: “Granted.” That night, Song Jian was tied to the royal bed. Xiao Yinghuai traced his sash, voice husky: “Such a fine waist, Chief Song.” Song Jian: “???” --- Song Jian: Can I quit being a guard? Xiao Yinghuai: Empress is also an option.

Late one night, scrolling mindlessly online, Qi Yang left a comment under the latest video of “Latest,” a fitness influencer with 30 million followers:[I literally can't even imagine how good kissing and doing you would feel.]Then he logged off and went straight to sleep.He woke up to his phone blowing up.The famously aloof blogger, who never engaged with comments, had replied directly beneath his:[I can. Coward.]—Qi Yang, a junior at Jiangcheng University, is the belle of the Fine Arts department—famous campus-wide for his stunning looks, and internet-wide for his… spicy artwork.He streams his drawing on Station-D under the handle “Go to Sleep, Little Lamb,” boasting 2 million fans who tune in for his shameless banter and even more shameless art.At school, however, Qi Yang maintains a flawless façade: the epitome of a pure, clueless college student—attending class, grabbing meals, painting, and coexisting “peacefully” with his five roommates.Well, except for the occasional nights he has to quietly stanch a nosebleed, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer, raw magnetism radiating from his bunkmate, Lu Jingchi.Lu Jingchi. The golden boy of the Physics School. A living legend who entered Jiang Da's Astrophysics program as the city's top science scorer with 739 points. Standing at 6'3”, he's inhumanly handsome, his shirt always buttoned impeccably to the top—the perfect image of restrained allure.Qi Yang, gay as a rainbow, usually gives Lu Jingchi a wide berth. Lu Jingchi just screams straight, and at barely over a hundred pounds, Qi Yang knows he wouldn't survive one punch.Fate, however, has a wicked sense of humor. A misdelivered package leads to Lu Jingchi accidentally discovering Qi Yang's stash of explicit BL artwork. Mortification doesn't begin to cover it.Qi Yang starts avoiding him like the plague, eventually deciding to move out of the dorm altogether—better for his streaming anyway.But on moving day, 6'3” Lu Jingchi corners him in their room.“Weren't you the one who wanted to kiss me?” Lu Jingchi asks, his voice cool. “So why are you running?”Qi Yang: “?”—Qi Yang's main and secret accounts are soon exposed. Netizens have a field day compiling his history of thirsty comments under Latest's videos:[If I don't sleep with this blogger within 24 hours, I'm blowing up all of Jiangcheng.][My mouth was literally born on his chest, how many times do I have to say it??][My family's strict, so IOU a pair of twins.][Where is the morality? Where are the boundaries? More importantly, where is the ADDRESS and the WECHAT ID?!][Late-ge, you know I've been wifeless since I was a kid…][In adulthood, nostalgia is a tiny phone: my husband inside, me outside…]The 2-million-follower streamer “Go to Sleep, Little Lamb” is digitally executed. His fans rejoice. The man himself goes missing.Later, when Latest's followers hit 40 million, the never-seen, never-interactive star holds a special fan livestream.On camera, the towering figure of Latest holds a pretty boy in a white T-shirt snugly in his arms.He calls out softly, “Mie Mie.”Blushing fiercely, the boy waves at the camera. “Hi everyone… I'm ‘Go to Sleep, Little Lamb.’”The internet explodes.*We have relied on theory for too long, and this time I want to follow my heart.

Wen Fan liked his childhood friend, Shao Yisui, who he grew up with, a long time ago. But Shao Yi has a ten-meter-thick wall against straight men, has a bad temper and is homophobic, and avoids the gay community.Although Wen Fan was gay, he had no interest in playing the straight-bending game. He thought it would be fine to just remain friends forever. However, on Shao Yisui’s twenty-eighth birthday, a contract suddenly appeared in front of him.A marriage contract.Shao Yisui had a headache: “Fan Fan, my parents are pushing too hard.”Wen Fan, who also suffered from his parents’ pressure to get married, agreed.He went from being the good friend of the big boss of the Shao Group to Mrs.Shao. Everyone envied their loving relationship, but Wen Fan was very clear-headed. He always remembered that Shao Yisui liked women, and he would never pester him. He repeatedly stated that he didn’t mind Shao Yisui bringing people home, and he would leave immediately when the contract expired.Unexpectedly, one day, Shao Yisui drank some unclean wine at a social event and ended up stumbling into Wen Fan’s room. After a night together, Wen Fan couldn’t even get up.This was an accident beyond the contract, and Shao Yisui knew he had made a mistake and wanted to compensate him. But Wen Fan waved it off: “We’re both adults, forget it.”After that day, Wen Fan continued to live his life as he pleased, but Shao Yisui, who couldn’t resist the taste of forbidden fruit, couldn’t stay calm anymore.Every day, he found Wen Fan more beautiful and tempting than the day before. Wen Fan sat on the balcony reading, and he stared at him foolishly all afternoon. Wen Fan came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and he had a nosebleed all night. In his dreams, all he saw was the handsome figure from that night.Wen Fan never harbored any illusions about Shao Yisui, so he forced himself to forget about that incident. He thought Shao Yisui, a straight man of steel, must have been disgusted by the whole thing, or he wouldn’t have avoided him for so long. Wen Fan thought their contract would probably be terminated early.However, at a high-end banquet, someone tried to make a move on Wen Fan, and just as they were about to kiss him, Shao Yisui arrived and knocked them down with a punch.The man’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable jealousy and rage. He gritted his teeth: “How dare you touch my wife?”Later, their contract ended smoothly, but Shao Yisui seemed to have forgotten about the whole thing. Wen Fan had to gently remind him.That night, in the dimly lit room, the man pressed him against the wall and pleaded, “Fan Fan, let’s not get divorced, okay?”

1. Everyone says Jiang Jili, Rong Zhen’s partner, is cold, beautiful, outstanding, and virtuous—deeply adored by the powerful man. Only Jiang Jili knows he’s just a plaything for Rong Zhen’s amusement. Married for three years, Jiang Jili never once stepped into the master bedroom—because he wasn’t worthy. Even in bed, it had to be in his own room, with Rong Zhen like an emperor stooping to favor him. His status in the Rong family was even lower than that of the fierce Tibetan mastiff. Everyone knew he was afraid of dogs, but no one restrained it. Rong Zhen watched coldly as the beast pounced on him repeatedly, leaving him feverish for a week from terror. At an elite party in Huai’s social circle, someone drugged his drink. He collapsed on the hotel carpet, gasping in agony, while Rong Zhen, impeccably dressed, leaned on the sofa, recording it all on his phone with amusement. To Rong Zhen, he was always a joke. When the Rong matriarch demanded an heir, Jiang Jili became disposable trash. The noble Miss Qin, graceful and elegant, would surely bear Rong’s perfect grandson. Jiang Jili placed the divorce papers in front of Rong Zhen. Rong Zhen threatened lazily, *“Without my permission, dare take even a step out—and see what happens.”* Jiang Jili left without a trace. By the time Rong Zhen realized it, Jiang Jili was already gone. 2. After Jiang Jili disappeared, Rong Zhen became the rabid dog. Paranoid and dark, he was a minefield—and everyone knew Jiang Jili was the biggest taboo. No one dared mention that name in front of him, because Rong Zhen missed Jiang Jili to the point of madness. Every night, he slept in Jiang Jili’s room, desperate for even a shadow of his past presence, but found nothing. As if punishing him, the only thing he had left of Jiang Jili was that video. The young man’s eyes red, fingers clutching his pants, pale with tears: *“Help me… please.”* His own voice from the recording sneered back: *“Jiang Jili—do you even deserve it?”* 3. A child star named Jiang Chong exploded in popularity. At such a young age, Jiang Chong carried an icy, mature demeanor. Observers noted—his features were eerily similar (60%) to those of the Rong family’s heir. Bold media kept hinting: *“Chongchong, is your surname from your dad or mom?”* Jiang Chong: *“Dad. My daddy’s surname is Jiang.”* Then, someone leaked a photo of Jiang Chong’s father—a stunningly gentle, soft-eyed young man. Many were disappointed. But the Rong heir lost his mind. Jiang Jili. He’d recognize those ashes anywhere.