Makeup Through Time

1. This is a top MC novel! Read carefully! The author's first top MC work! Those who dislike this, beware! 2. Includes some domestic conflicts and royal succession struggles, but the author's IQ may not match the readers'. If you're looking for brain-burning twists, stop here. 3. As usual, the focus is on romance, with plot as a supplement. 4. Though told from the top's perspective, it's still *top spoils bottom*. Top-control fans who enjoy hurting the bottoms, stop here~ 5. CP: Li Xiangqing × Yan Duanchun. A charming, money-loving CEO top × a blunt, noble fake-princess bottom. The top spoils the bottom, 1v1, HE. A bland synopsis for you to skim: The director of a cosmetics company transmigrates, and thus— During the One-Year-Old Item-Picking ceremony of Li Xiangqing, the eldest son of the Duke Cheng's household, he grabs a makeup box. From then on, the nobles of the capital believe the young master is a frivolous playboy unworthy of inheriting the dukedom, and families with daughters avoid him. Li Xiangqing lives up to expectations, growing increasingly charming and dallying among women, losing his chance at the dukedom. Li Xiangqing: I just need these ladies for product testing—you’re overthinking it. Years later, hey, Li Xiangqing becomes the talk of the capital, amassing wealth rivaling the nation through women’s cosmetics. Families once avoiding him now flock with marriage proposals. Li Xiangqing: Scholars, farmers, artisans, merchants—I’m just a skincare merchant, unworthy of you. Go propose to the duke’s heir instead. In the end, the "unworthy" Li Xiangqing catches the eye of the cash-strapped emperor and accidentally marries His Majesty’s most beloved princess... Oh well, at least it's a man... Yan Duanchun: Hey, I knew you liked men. What a coincidence. Sneak peek: Cash-strapped Emperor: Son-in-law, take a minor post in the Ministry of Revenue. Cash-strapped Emperor: Son-in-law, the Minister of Revenue retired—you take over. Cash-strapped Emperor: Son-in-law, the armies' pay is overdue. You handle the treasury—find the money yourself. Li Xiangqing: Your Majesty, this princess’s gender is a bit off. Emperor: How would I know? I’ve never checked. Li Xiangqing: Your Majesty, the palace concubines used 954 high-end masks this month, totaling 1,431 taels. Emperor: Such a small amount—just gift it to them. Why so stingy? Li Xiangqing: Their beauty is for Your Majesty. I’d rather save them for the princess to use on his butt. Emperor: ... Yan Duanchun: Father, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go apply those masks now.