Transmigrated into a Tragic Novel as the Sickly Beauty Prince

The original *The Secret History of the Crown Prince* was a wildly popular group-pampering stock-picking novel—until its final chapter twisted into a tragedy! Readers flooded the comments, roasting the author onto trending lists. Yan Xi, a top-tier high school academic, penned a lengthy review dissecting every unfair plot twist. The author replied: *You think you can do better? Here, take the pen.* When Yan Xi woke up, he had become the novel’s protagonist—the tragic Crown Prince, deceived in love, body, and throne. His mission? Ascend the throne to return to reality. So Yan Xi unleashed his college-entrance-exam determination, treating the plot like test questions, and set his *Three No’s Principle*: **No forgiveness. No accountability. No attachment.** Playacting weak? Clingy? Pathetic? Naïve? Just part of the role. His emperor father used him? His brothers framed him? His friends swindled him? His first love gaslit him? *Just wait.* He lowered his gaze—his first love mistook it for submission, but he couldn’t be bothered to coax them as they stormed off. He smiled and nodded—villains thought him fooled, unaware he’d already dug their graves. Slowly, the script flipped: His first love waited for him in the snow—he didn’t lift his carriage curtain. His fiancée killed for him—he indifferently wiped away the blood splatter. His mentor broke his vow of chastity—Yan Xi coolly withdrew from teenage urges, steadfastly *no feelings*, seeking pleasure elsewhere instead. ★ That lunatic *(Heterogeneous Prince)* Song Beiming? Yan Xi never paid him much mind. Their first time was for解毒, then the second… the *nth* time, Yan Xi figured: *Just sleeping with a fictional character, no big deal.* Song Beiming clearly saw him only as medicine—great, mutual understanding. Until Song Beiming propelled him onto the throne. At his coronation, Song Beiming knelt before the imperial seat, lifting Yan Xi’s crown beads— *Then* Yan Xi realized who he’d truly tangled with. Song Beiming: *“You called it a battle of equals, but I concede defeat. I offer my pride to kneel—as your devoted courtier of desire.”*