朝堂 Novels

1. In the twelfth year of Tianyun’s reign, the capital fell, scattering the imperial clan across the land. Fourteen years later, under the new emperor’s iron-fisted rule, the chaotic Great Zhou finally regained peace. Just then, a young man traveled thousands of miles to the capital, claiming to be the emperor’s long-lost younger brother, the Sixth Prince Fu Ye—sending shockwaves through the court. Fu Ye transmigrated into the scene, kneeling in the hall, only to meet the emperor’s sharp and sinister gaze. Remembering the original story’s fate—where the impostor was beheaded and displayed on the city walls for three years—he trembled in fear! How to survive pretending to be the tyrant’s brother under his watch? That was the question. So, he promptly fainted at the emperor’s feet. 2. The new emperor was volatile, domineering, ruling the realm with brutal laws. For years, no one dared enter his harem. Now, someone claimed to be His Majesty’s younger brother—and the emperor enfeoffed him as a prince. The dynasty valued martial prowess; all imperial princes were fierce warriors. Thus, everyone found this fainting-prone prince shockingly different from the emperor. Different… like a fake! And: *“…Don’t you think Prince Huan is too beautiful?!”* With a face like powdered jade, he resembled the enemy’s *honey trap*! His temperament was also worlds apart—the emperor was stern and reclusive, while Prince Huan was outrageously lively, exactly the type His Majesty despised! *“His Majesty loathes deceit above all. Sooner or later, he’ll expose this fraud.”* *“Even we loyal ministers live in constant terror under His Majesty’s gaze. If he finds out the prince is a fake… I dread to imagine his fate!”* Fu Ye: *Terrified.* 3. The courtiers asked daily: *“Has Prince Huan been exposed today?”* Attendant: *“No, but today, His Majesty sent someone three times to ask why the prince hadn’t returned to his chambers to sleep.”* Courtiers: *“?? Since when is His Majesty so gentle with him?”* Attendant: *“Well… not exactly. Once, on night duty, I faintly saw Prince Huan crawling out from behind the drapes, trembling as if begging for help—before His Majesty ruthlessly dragged him back by the ankle.”* Courtiers: *“!!”* A treasure bestowed upon the tyrant by heaven, granted the emperor’s one and only favor in this world.

The original title is "The Treacherous Minister ，a Delicate Flower". "Treacherous Minister" sounds too negative, thus replaced .【Recommendation: Author's Notes: There are funny little skits in each chapter, many foreshadowing elements, references, and long-term payoffs throughout the text. The author's notes help to catch these callbacks. Love you all!】——Comedic Sweet Indulgent Story——In the fifteenth year of Chenghua, the treacherous minister Ning Chen finally died. The youngest Left Chancellor since the founding of the dynasty, powerful and ruthless, forming cliques for personal gain and harming loyal officials, was ultimately shot dead in front of the Throne Hall with arrows piercing his heart.Emperor Li Wuting stood in front of the hall, looking at him as if he were an ant.The night after Ning Chen's death, Li Wuting was traversed to the day he ascended the throne.In his previous life, he mistakenly trusted the treacherous minister, causing chaos in the court. This time, he decided to kill all the threats in the cradle early on.*Ning Rushen crossed over from the modern world to the first year of Chenghua just in time for the coronation of the new emperor.In the solemn court, he watched the newly appointed emperor step down from the throne, stop in front of him, and a gleam of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.Just crossed over Ning Rushen: ...What’s happening?Just as the fierce wind from his palm was about to strike him, Ning Rushen suddenly fell to the ground under the watchful eyes of the court ministers! His face was as white as snow, his eyes red at the corners, like a delicate white flower trembling in the wind.The ministers exclaimed: Please show mercy, Your Majesty!The new emperor Li Wuting who didn't even hit him: ???Ning Rushen wiped the tears from his eyes: I am so fragile, woo.Li Wuting: What a treacherous minister, haha :)————————————Later, Li Wuting gradually discovered that this delicate flower was not only fresh but also quite sweet.【Cold-faced, soft-hearted Emperor Top x Outwardly white, inwardly black Chancellor Bottom】*1v1, strong combination. No angst, pure sweetness, light-hearted comedy.Fictional setting! Modern to ancient, with many personal settings! Do not compare with history.*Fake delicate flower bottom, written as delicate flower but read as carnivorous flower.Strong-strong comedic court story involving playing dumb to eat the tiger, pulling the tiger's tail, and pinching the tiger's butt (figuratively).■ The original character is indeed a treacherous minister, no misunderstanding.The bottom and the original character are not the same person, and both top and bottom have their first love in both lives.■ Ning's last name is pronounced níng, a not-so-serious comedic story, some archaic words will be replaced with easier-to-understand terms, focusing on simple and fun enjoyment!■ The protagonist does not have a crown at the beginning, set to have hair down. The official system references the Ming Dynasty but is not completely identical, the establishment of the cabinet is part of the outline, all settings serve the plot, don’t nitpick!The happy planet of comedians, malicious provocative negative reviews will be deleted.No acceptance of false alarm caused by out-of-context zero-subscription.【Synopsis snapshot on 2020.7.18 vb @总攻马户子_lvz, piracy will be prosecuted】——————————————————Pre-collection in the column "Mandate Immortal":In an era with advanced technology, the sayings of Feng Shui and destiny still thrive in high-rise buildings and alleyways.There are always people who encounter sudden changes amidst smooth sailing or face inexplicable catastrophic events.Ding! Lin Su opened his phone: You have a new order.He put away the phone and went out leisurely with a notebook. In his sight, the birthdate and eight characters are neatly arranged above everyone's heads.In these thousands of worlds, there is a position called Mandate Immortal.With one glance recognizing true and false, with one stroke changing the fate chart.·Students who fake divinity to win guarantee admission, young masters who switch lives to enter wealthy families, stars who steal luck for a brilliant career...They exhaust all evil means, using unorthodox methods to seize lives that do not belong to them.But they never expected, returning fate to its rightful place is just a stroke of the Mandate Immortal's pen.Lin Su flipped through the fate chart book: Let me see who is messing around again.* Both top and bottom are powerhouses, protagonist is super strong! No angst at all, satisfying face-slapping story.* Sweet and pampering happy ending, comedic story.，

According to popular legend, the war god of Da Liang Huo Wujiu was once captured by the enemy country. His meridians were severed and both his legs broken before he was thrown into prison. In order to humiliate him, that dissolute ruler even gifted him to his cutsleeve brother as a concubine.General Huo suffered a great deal of humiliation and insult. He bided his time for three years before the cicada shed his skin and he escaped back to Da Jing. After treating his crippled legs, he led his army in three months to storm the enemy’s capital, slaughter its emperor, raze its capital, and finally beheaded that garbage cutsleeve, hanging his head on the city walls for three whole years.Since then, the world has been united.——Jiang Suizhou, a history department graduate advisor at a certain university, received a dissertation which used these unofficial histories of Huo Wujiu as their basis, and criticized the student to no end.When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into that cutsleeve prince from the stories.There were lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere. A servant came, sending word that the disabled general of the enemy state had already entered the prince’s manor in his wedding sedan.Facing down General Huo, who had been tortured to the verge of death, dressed in red wedding clothes, glaring balefully, Jiang Suizhou only then knew – these wild stories could also come true.And cause him to be beheaded for public display, his head hung on the city walls for three years.Jiang Suizhou’s only option was to provide for General Huo well.The overt and covert attacks of the imperial court, the witless ruler’s every possible humiliations — he grit his teeth and absorbed it all, all in the hopes that in three years time, he could but keep this head of his.Of course, he didn’t dare to even dream of asking this 9 ci* tall “concubine” to actually serve him.However, before the three years was up, General Huo’s legs actually healed on their own.Not only did he slaughter the useless ruler and unified the country, but he also forcefully blocked him in the room and insisted on fulfilling his duty as “concubine.”

The heir of Yongning Duke, Jun Huailang, is reborn and discovers he is a minor antagonist in a stepmother literature novel.The protagonist, Xue Yan, was an unloved prince, marginalized and schemed against from a young age. After turning dark, he formed factions, supported his younger brother to rise to power, and became a regent with absolute authority. He massacred the young Empress Dowager's entire family and forced her into submission because they harbored a childhood grudge. During this process, the Empress Dowager fell in love with him and willingly became his plaything.The entire book is filled with their scandalous scenes, leaving Jun Huailang trembling with rage. Because this Empress Dowager was none other than his biological sister, and it was his family that got massacred.After being reborn, Jun Huailang, a gentleman through and through, faced with his six-year-old sister, made a firm decision for the first time.He wanted to kill that beast for his sister.—The first time he met Xue Yan, he was being bullied by palace people, pushed around by several young eunuchs.The second time, he was framed, and on the emperor's order, was dragged out and beaten until he bled in front of the ministers.The third time, still injured, he was teased by his brothers and forced to jump into an icy lake in January to retrieve a fan pendant.Jun Huailang, well-versed in the classics, couldn't bring himself to strike, but felt a sense of compassion.As long as he straightened this kid out so he wouldn't become enemies with his sister, he'd let him go. He thought.But he didn't know, this kid was already irredeemably dark.Through his efforts, Xue Yan didn't become enemies with his sister but developed sinister thoughts about him.It wasn't until many years later that he understood what it meant to raise a tiger to court disaster.

Xiao Rong through the ancient times, became a group of Kings in the era of the king - staff. This warlord was self-willed and obstinate, ignored advice, was overly suspicious and paranoid, valued martial prowess over scholarly wisdom, and most importantly, he was brutal and bloodthirsty. Every single trait of a ruler destined to lose his kingdom was concentrated in him, and yet Xiao Rong had no choice but to assist him. Because Xiao Rong was already supposed to have died, but a certain system detected a compatibility between his aura and the warlord’s, binding their fates together. When the warlord thrived, Xiao Rong thrived; when the warlord’s fortunes declined, Xiao Rong coughed blood and had to take medicine. Thus, in the royal palace, a peculiar scene repeatedly played out. The warlord wanted to execute an honest and brave minister, and Xiao Rong clutched his chest to intervene: “Your Majesty must not do this!” The warlord wanted to release a kneeling opponent begging for mercy, and Xiao Rong, his face pale, rushed to stop him: “Your Majesty must not do this!” The warlord wanted to massacre surrendered captives and their innocent families, and Xiao Rong, coughing up blood, grabbed onto his sleeve: “Your Majesty must not do this!” ... Over time, the warlord was he spit blood have psychological shadow, everything listen to him, for fear of a not satisfactory, Xiao Rong put himself to death ，obedient king see the world will be easy to get, Xiao Rong satisfied standing on the tower, looking down thousands of rivers and mountains at this time, a hand reached his waist Xiao Rong: "…………. Your Majesty must not do this!"

Emperor Taizu of Zhou, Ying Changchuan: A "treacherous usurper" who ended the chaotic era, expanded territories, established harsh laws, and left a legacy spanning millennia—his life was a mix of achievements and controversies. Even thousands of years after his death, he remains endlessly debated, truly the most polarizing and bloodstained man in history books. A millennium later, in a museum, his hater Jiang Yuxun rants: "Ying Changchuan waged endless wars, launched reckless campaigns, and craved glory. Who among the commoners of his time didn’t suffer bitterly?" The moment he finishes speaking, he transmigrates into a banquet and boldly repeats those words. * ...Beneath the twelve-stranded imperial crown, the man from the history books gazes at him with a faint, enigmatic smile: *"Pray elaborate, Minister?"* Well-acquainted with Ying Changchuan's *pet hobby* of inventing brutal punishments, Jiang Yuxun just wants to ask: *Is it too late to off myself for a fresh start?* The next second, he discovers a new *"Harsh Truths"* debuff: whenever Ying Changchuan questions him, he’s compelled to speak his mind—no filter. That day, Jiang Yuxun’s words echo through the grand hall. The entire court holds its breath, certain he’s doomed. * Jiang Yuxun dissects Ying Changchuan’s reign, sparing no criticism. First time: Thrown into the death row, nearly beheaded. Second time: Confined for repentance, three years’ salary forfeited. Third time... Ying Changchuan slowly sets down his wine cup and asks, *"What would you suggest, Minister?"* Introduce superior crops. Build irrigation. Reform institutions. Revise laws. Guided by history, the doomed Zhou Dynasty sheds its flaws and flourishes— becoming the most glorious empire in a thousand years. ...The only oddity? The most blood-soaked man in history books *switches teams*. His new orientation? Straight toward his hater, Jiang Yuxun. * Amid the empire’s founding chaos, ruler and minister burn midnight oil, debating policies side by side—until one night, Ying Changchuan grips Jiang Yuxun’s wrist by the dragon-bed. Recalling later rumors, Jiang Yuxun stiffens: *"Wait... Didn’t history say Your Majesty was indifferent to love, especially loathing male liaisons?"* Ying Changchuan narrows his eyes: *"I’ve long wished to ask—where do you hear these absurd tales, Minister?"* **Bonus Scenes:** 1. Eunuch: *"Minister Jiang’s words are outrageously disrespectful! He must be severely punished!"* Ying Changchuan: *"Oh?"* *He spoke harsh truths for my sake. #HeTotallyLovesMe#* 2. In the Heavenly Harmony Hall, every official is Ying Changchuan’s trusted aide. Except Jiang Yuxun—he’s Ying Changchuan’s *trusted headache*.

**Highlight: Younger, slacker prince (bottom) x Paranoid, ruthless emperor (top)** Ji Weimiao transmigrated into a novel as the Ninth Prince. At six years old, his elder brother, Ji Su, executed all their disobedient siblings. In this vast empire, only two princes remained—one eighteen, the other six. Their father was bedridden, and Ji Su ruled as regent. Seeing the contemplative look in his elder brother’s eyes, Ji Weimiao felt chills down his spine... Ah, well... What should he do? —Think about it this way: he was imperial nobility, and his brother was not only the crown prince but the future emperor. As long as he didn’t covet the throne and didn’t oppose his brother, he could live off the state treasury and strut sideways across the country! Who else had such a heavenly starting hand?! * "Your Highness, where are we going today?" "First, Fragrant Tower, then Red Sleeves Pavilion, then Everluck Gambling Den!" "...Your Highness?" MC: *You don’t get it—I’m just doing my duty as a wastrel!* #Like hell I wouldn’t take this chance to slack off—you think I’d actually want to scheme for the throne?! #Early to rise, late to bed—I wouldn’t take that damn job even if it was handed to me!# **Notes:** 1. The leads share no blood ties. Scheming emperor (feudal control freak top) x slacker, hedonistic prince (bottom), 12-year age gap. Non-blood relation confirmed before romantic development. 2. The top has OCD, the bottom identifies as gay. Both chaste.

One What would you do if you time-traveled? Zhao Baiyu answered: Die while it's not late. Two Zhao Baiyu's birth mother was a princess of immense nobility, driven mad by love, she committed countless evil deeds and was exiled from the capital, leaving the infant Zhao Baiyu behind. Relatives and friends in the capital despised Zhao Baiyu because of his mother. Zhao Baiyu lived a difficult life. His half-brother, Zhao Yuzheng, was the complete opposite of Zhao Baiyu. Born prematurely due to the princess's malice, everyone doted on him excessively. Even Zhao Baiyu's maternal relatives, the emperor and empress dowager, lavished Zhao Yuzheng with love out of guilt. In contrast, Zhao Baiyu endured cold indifference and harsh treatment from a young age but maintained an optimistic and positive attitude, believing that persistent efforts to redeem himself could change others' prejudices. Until the men who doted on Zhao Yuzheng jointly sent him into the residence of the violent and cruel prince, who had a history of killing men. Three Zhao Baiyu regained his memories after a head injury, suddenly realizing that what he thought was a time-travel was actually a BL novel centered on pampering. The main character of the pampering was Zhao Yuzheng, while Zhao Baiyu was the malicious male supporting character whose identity had been deliberately swapped at birth by the princess. Nineteen years of misplaced life, the person who should have been loved and pampered was Zhao Baiyu. The truth was only revealed at the end of the novel, and no one could bear to blame Zhao Yuzheng, who instead gained a princess mother who adored him like a precious jewel. Zhao Baiyu: "…" Step aside, don't block my path to reincarnation. Four Solving floods, eradicating plagues, saving thousands… In one day, Zhao Baiyu executed three hundred corrupt officials, earning the title of the greatest righteous official in the Da Jing dynasty, shocking the court and becoming famous throughout the land. Summoned back to the capital, during a palace banquet, Zhao Baiyu took a knife for the emperor, his life hanging by a thread, the hearts of the entire court officials were in turmoil. Yet he stopped the imperial physician from removing the knife, saying, "Don't save me, I don't want to live." Those who once despised and wronged Zhao Baiyu were filled with unbearable guilt that night.

Gu Lie conquered the land, founded the Chu Dynasty, and ruled as a wise emperor for fifty years. On his deathbed, his thoughts lingered on that willful and resolute General Di. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself faced with the young Di Qiye, who had just joined the Chu army. Di Qiye turned and walked away. The Chu generals stared in shock—how had their brilliant and heroic lord suddenly become a rogue? Gu Lie looked down and saw a peach in his hand, split in half. This first meeting was recorded in history: *Di Qiye, clad in white armor, saved the King of Chu in a moment of peril. The king, delighted by his presence, shared a peach with him.* Given a second life? Fine—he’d overthrow the tyrannical Yan again, rebuild a prosperous era, and uncover the mysteries of his enigmatically untamed General Di. This time, no matter how reckless Di Qiye was, Gu Lie would spoil him without restraint—never letting him die before his eyes again. What Gu Lie didn’t expect was that, as he pampered Di Qiye, his heart began to waver. They both carried deep wounds, each trying to heal the other—unaware they were each other’s remedy. *"The general’s beauty could topple cities;* *His armored grace once swayed an emperor’s heart."

The year Lin Zikui passed the provincial examination, his father arranged an excellent marriage for him. The bride’s family later moved to the capital. Three years later, his father passed away. Lin Zikui traveled to the capital for the imperial exams and, recalling the engagement, went to find his betrothed with the marriage certificate in hand. To his surprise, the "bride" was taller, more handsome, had broader shoulders, and bigger feet than him. Lin Zikui tactfully said, "If you’re unwilling, the Lin family won’t force you. We can annul the engagement, destroy the certificate, and you may find a better match." The other person glanced down at him and replied, "No need." Lin Zikui: "...Alright then." On their wedding night, Lin Zikui finally realized something was off: "Huh? Wife, how come you’re... a man?" "I was always a man." With that, the "bride" pinned him down beneath him. Later, Lin Zikui passed the metropolitan examination. During the palace interview, the young emperor sat on the throne, flanked by the regent who held immense power. Lin Zikui dared not look up at the emperor, but the regent’s cough sounded eerily familiar. Unable to resist, he glanced up—his blurry vision revealed a familiar figure. Trembling in shock, he couldn’t utter a word before fainting on the spot. The regent summoned the imperial physician: "Once he wakes, deliver him to my residence."

At six years old, Xu Guo arrives in the capital. Before her death, his mother told him that the most handsome Lord Lian in the capital was his father. Little did he expect, times had changed—the once dashing top scholar who could charm crowds is now a balding, middle-aged man weighed down by worries. Mistaking the strikingly beautiful yet sinister Eastern Depot Chief, Lord Lian, for his father, Xu Guo stops him in the street to claim kinship. Lord Lian is a high-ranking and infamous villain, feared by all—yet today, someone dares to deceive him by stopping his horse. Narrowing his eyes, he studies the fair-skinned child before him and says, "Interesting. So, you’re claiming to be my son?" The pint-sized Xu Guo swallows nervously, but remembering his mother’s words—"Your father truly loves you, he just has his own burdens…"—he musters his courage and nods, presenting a token of proof. Later... Lord Lian smirks: "Being an unexpected father feels oddly delightful." Lord Lian despairs: "Where’s my son? My son who’s supposedly been in the capital for months?" PS: Lord Lian is not the love interest—this is purely familial, adoptive father-son bonding. The actual love interest appears later. Childhood sweethearts. Alternate titles: *His Father is a Villainous Minister*, *A Kid’s School Life*, *No Worries, His Dad Will Handle It*, *Just How Many Daddies Do You Have?*

[There are probably only a few chapters left before it ends, and then there will be extra side stories about the future world/body swap and so on. It’s just that my physical condition really can’t support such high-intensity typing. Sorry. (bows)] Pei Qi had never been very smart; he had a single-minded mind. Aside from a pretty face and a strangely abundant strength that seemed never to run out, he had almost nothing worthy in the eyes of the Pei family. Later, his father died, and his younger brother, who had placed third in the imperial examinations, inherited the title. The title went to his younger brother, and the family thought they couldn’t just let Pei Qi starve to death. So the Pei family went to great lengths to have someone arrange for him to become a Jinyiwei. When Pei Qi put on the flying-fish uniform, with his red lips and white teeth, broad shoulders and narrow waist, he really did look the part. By day he went out to seize houses, and by night he came home for dinner. Life was quite pleasant. But good times did not last. His younger brother made a mistake, lost the title, and was transferred out of the capital to serve as a county magistrate in the south. The whole family went with him, leaving only Pei Qi alone in the capital. Before they left, his mother worriedly instructed him: "Xiao Qi, remember, you work for the emperor. No matter what others say, don’t listen. Listen only to the emperor." Pei Qi nodded and took it seriously to heart. —— Over the next few years, he really did just that. He listened to no one but the emperor, and would go through fire and water for him. No matter how many colleagues around him defected or chose sides, he never followed the crowd. In the end, when the former emperor died and the new emperor ascended the throne, once again making use of talent, the Pei family finally managed to be transferred back to the capital from the local post. When they returned, they stared in disbelief at the lavishly decorated Pei residence and at Pei Qi, dressed in an imperial python robe. By then, Pei Qi had risen to Commander of the Northern Pacification Commission, a favored man by the new emperor’s side, and in the past two days he had even been granted the title of Duke Protector of the Nation. His younger brother stammered, "E-elder brother, what have you done?" Pei Qi thought for a moment, recalling the things those people in the prison had cursed him with, like "hawk dog" and "lapdog." So Pei Qi said with utter seriousness: "I’m a dog for His Majesty." Younger brother: ? The new emperor, whose reputation had been ruined: ? [Things are a bit better now. Updating steadily for the time being. There are too many typos; any earlier edits were only to correct typos...]

Gu Qiao is the pitiful young master of a noble household, while Wen Daocheng is the crown prince. One day, their souls swap. And it happens… frequently. The moment Gu Qiao transmigrates into the prince’s body and glimpses himself in the bronze mirror, he’s so horrified he immediately kneels before himself. When Wen Daocheng lands in Gu Qiao’s body… he’s holding a foot-washing basin for Gu Qiao’s cousin, right after being persistently advised (while still the prince) that this "kind and virtuous beauty" would make a fine consort: "*Heh.*" This is basically a ridiculous, fluffy rom-com where the leads keep body-swapping. Pitiful noble-born bottom × Rabid crown prince top Wanting to write something cute this early summer~

Yin Min transmigrated into the nineteenth prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, a dynasty that never existed in history. Initially so inconspicuous he was practically invisible, he only dreamed of becoming a carefree idle prince in the future. But one day, a celestial screen descended from the heavens, and a familiar voice rang in his ears: 【Hello, everyone! Today, let’s talk about how Emperor Taizong of Xuan raised an army to overthrow the Tyrant Emperor and became a legendary ruler…】 Suddenly the center of attention under everyone’s gaze, Yin Min: “……” ———— 1. The author’s writing skills and knowledge are limited. The story is overly grandiose and hollow, and the political intrigue is naive, written purely for fun—please brace yourself. 2. The style mimics historical live-streaming narratives, with the main premise being a reaction fic (key point). Some may find it resembles an outline, so proceed with caution if that’s not your taste. 3. The dynasty’s systems are a mishmash—don’t scrutinize them. 4. All medical knowledge in the story is nonsense. 5. This is a wish-fulfillment fic. It’s all made up—don’t take it seriously or overanalyze the logic. 6. The author has, unfortunately, never been an emperor (), so certain plot points will be glossed over. Readers expecting detailed imperial politics should look elsewhere. This is purely a reaction-style fic, written very casually (key point again).

Wen Zhuojin, the daughter of the former mistress of Jing’an Marquis Manor, had her engagement to the heir of Rongguo Duke Manor snatched away by her stepsister after her maternal uncle’s family fell from grace. After breaking off the engagement, rumors spread that Wen Zhuojin wept endlessly at home—yet she disguised herself and went to the pleasure quarters in the western market of Yunjing City, bought the freedom of a courtesan, and pampered her like a treasure in a private residence. The world thought she had been robbed of her marriage, but in truth, Wen Zhuojin had long wanted to break it off. Because she disliked men—she loved women, especially gorgeous ones slightly older than her. And the beauty she brought home fit her preferences perfectly. To support her lover, Wen Zhuojin worked hard to grow her business, lavishing her with luxuries surpassing even those of imperial nobles. Yet her inability to openly give her beloved a rightful status gnawed at Wen Zhuojin’s conscience. When she entered the palace to seek imperial honors for her lover, she encountered the kingdom’s eldest princess. Princess Yan Qinglan wore a lotus coronet and dark Taoist robes, holding a horsetail whisk—her aura icy as snow-capped mountains, noble yet unapproachable. It was said she had placed her young brother on the throne at fifteen, quelled rebellions, subdued neighboring kingdoms, and ruled with ruthless authority, evoking awe in all. She was also the woman Wen Zhuojin feared most. As the crowd knelt in reverence, Wen Zhuojin trembled, pupils shaking in disbelief. Who could tell her why the princess looked identical to her delicate, helpless "beauty sister"?! *** At twenty, Princess Yan Qinglan took Taoist vows, swearing never to marry—until, at twenty-six, she was accidentally poisoned and blinded, only to be gently coaxed away by a sweet-voiced maiden. Then trapped in adversity, Qinglan noticed her toxin-induced pain eased when near the girl’s fragrant aura, so she played along to uncover her motives. The girl did have ulterior motives—just not the kind Qinglan expected. Gourmet feasts, silken robes, opulent pampering—within days, Qinglan grew softer, fairer, more radiant than ever. And all the girl sought was stolen affection. "*Kiss me, sister~*" "*Hold me, sister~*" "*Snuggle me, sister~*" Her sugary pleas clung to Qinglan’s ears daily, igniting an addictive hunger. Even after her sight returned, Qinglan lingered as the girl’s "mistress" while scheming ruthlessly in court. *** When Wen Zhuojin confirmed the princess *was* her "beauty sister," she packed frantically to flee—only to be encircled by imperial guards before reaching the city gates. Staring at the woman she’d once coaxed into tearful, blush-inducing trysts—now advancing with murderous aura—Wen Zhuojin braced for death. But instead, Qinglan embraced her, whispering: "*Ah Zhuo, if you leave... who’ll be my empress?*" --- #Cover depicts the princess’s "delicate" phase. Characters are nonspecific.# #Ancient fictional world, no rebirth/transmigration, no mpreg, mutual exclusivity, HE.# #Lust-to-love, light dub-con (proceed with caution).# #Romance-focused, minimal court intrigue.#

Zhao Baozhu is a promising young man from a remote mountain village. As the first scholar from Zhao Village in centuries to pass the provincial exams, the entire impoverished village pooled their resources to send him to the capital for the imperial exams, hoping he would rise to prominence and return gloriously one day. However, because Zhao Village was tucked deep in the rugged mountains of Shu, it took Zhao Baozhu three months just to leave the region. By the time he finally arrived, the bustling capital was already packed with scholars from all over. Stranded and alone, Zhao Baozhu wandered east and west, lugging his bundles, but couldn’t find a single inn with vacancies. Starving and weak, he stumbled upon a hidden alleyway with a grand vermilion gate. Summoning his last ounce of strength, he knocked—only to crash directly into a richly dressed young nobleman with striking features who emerged from inside. Dizzy with hunger, Zhao Baozhu blurted, “Innkeeper, please spare a bite to eat!” before collapsing. Ye Jinghua, son of the current chancellor: “…?” · When Ye Jinghua first met Zhao Baozhu, his strongest impression was of the hardships faced by ordinary people. The Ye family was illustrious, hailing from Gusu’s elite circles since the previous dynasty, with countless clamoring to serve them. As the chancellor’s son, Ye Jinghua belonged to the most distinguished branch, and the family gates outside Shenwu Gate were perpetually crowded with those seeking favor. Preferring quiet, Ye Jinghua chose a secluded residence to prepare undisturbed for the palace exams—yet somehow, someone still found him. Looking at the ragged boy clutching his robes, fainted on the ground like a refugee beggar from the south, Ye Jinghua felt a rare pang of sympathy. This scruffy little thing looks harmless enough, he thought. Who knows what cruelties he’d face out there? Why not take him in as a servant? The Ye family could easily afford another mouth to feed. And so, the misunderstanding took root. When Zhao Baozhu awoke the next day, he assumed he’d encountered a wealthy philanthropist—this “innkeeper” was not only handsome but incredibly kind, feeding and clothing him without charge, merely asking him to handle minor chores and assist with writing tasks. At month’s end, he even gave Zhao Baozhu money! Horrified, Zhao Baozhu pushed the silver away: “T-this isn’t right! A nobleman’s wealth should be earned honorably.” “Where’d you learn that phrase?” Ye Jinghua arched a brow, chucking in extra coins. “Buy yourself some sweets.” He mused that this clever child might even be worth educating someday. Then, on the eve of the metropolitan exams, Ye Jinghua set off fully prepared—only to stop baffled at the exam gates when Zhao Baozhu followed him inside: “Baozhu, what are you doing?” Zhao Baozhu blinked innocently. “Huh? I’m here to take the exams too.” Ye Jinghua: “…??!!” · At the palace exams, fortunes diverged. Unsurprisingly, Ye Jinghua claimed first place. But when he tried confronting Zhao Baozhu afterward, he learned the boy had already accepted an official post—as magistrate of some backwater county. A week later, an urgent missive raced from the Ye estate to Qingzhou’s magistrate office. Magistrate Zhao, sleeves rolled up amidst paperwork, squinted at the familiar handwriting asking after his wellbeing—then burst into tears. “Young Master Ye still remembers me! So kind!” His melancholy lasted precisely one second before flinging the letter aside and hurling a teapot at a cowering local gentry’s head: “Spit out the silver you embezzled, Chen, or I’ll send you to meet your ancestors—your mother won’t even need a coffin!” As the bloodied man kowtowed frantically, one thought screamed through his mind— This was no refined scholar. This was a bandit in magistrate’s robes! Other officials warned: Qingzhou’s full of wretched peasants. Magistrate Zhao scoffed: “Wretched? Ha! Ever been to my village?” —————————— Content Notes: 1. A calculating noble prodigy top× an unlucky but stunning peasant scholar bottom 2. Top spoils bottom; bottom’s stubbornness constantly exasperates top 3. Group-adoration trope 4. Contains political intrigue 5. Bottom is rustic yet breathtaking

[Bottom's Perspective] Han Jiangxue has transmigrated. But he doesn’t know the world he’s in is fabricated, where humans evolved differently. The White Tiger General is an actual tiger, and the battle for the throne involves six real dragons. One day, he encounters a fluffy creature—long fur, adorable, with a sweet meow. As a severe fluff addict, he can't resist petting it. Then… he gets chased 3,000 miles by its furious father wielding a blade. Father: Filial? Ha! I knew you were a ne’er-do-well, but never a lecher! Han Jiangxue: ??? [Top's Perspective] Wen Chaofeng is the notoriously "ill" dragon of the royal family—literally ill. Recently recuperating at a sacred spring, he never expected to one day get hooked like a fish. The other man’s eyes sparkle with excitement: “Whoa, what a huge beltfish!” Wen Chaofeng: ??? You’re the beltfish! Your whole family’s beltfish!

Lin Ling is a little mushroom spirit growing on the beam of the imperial study, spending each day observing the daily life of the tyrannical emperor— Confiscating properties, exiling families, executing entire clans. The little mushroom has no opinions on these matters, except that its tiny flowerpot for moonbathing always gets caught in the crossfire, tossed to the ground amid the flurry of crumpled memorials. So, it starts invading the emperor's dreams every night to complain, and eventually, the tyrant gifts it a new flowerpot. Perched on the beam, Lin Ling happily admires its new flowerpot, daydreaming about moving in, when suddenly—the emperor is angered again. As the emperor raises his hand, Lin Ling nervously whispers a reminder, "If you’re going to smash things later, please don’t throw my new flowerpot again, okay?" The study falls dead silent. Under everyone’s bewildered gazes, the tyrant turns and carefully relocates the flowerpot to a safer spot. The trembling officials, too scared to look up, slowly realize: the ruthless, decisive emperor is learning to care for a soft, tiny mushroom. PS: Set in a fictional dynasty with modernized language. A sweet bedtime snack/fluffy read—overthinking might ruin the charm and keep you awake OvO

Chi Ning is a powerful eunuch who dominates the court, the kind who earns the scorn of scholars as "sinister and doomed to die wretchedly." In life, he has few pursuits—only a peculiar fondness for adopting sons since his youth. A repeatedly failed imperial examinee, an aging scholar; a poverty-stricken, fading-talented top scholar; a brocade-clad guard under the control of both Eastern and Western Depots... Even the young, naive prince once blurted out foolishly, "Linlin, like my adoptive father." Later, the scholar amassed wealth rivaling nations, the top scholar became the youngest cabinet minister, and the little prince ascended the throne as emperor. Outsiders assumed these powerful figures must loathe this meddlesome eunuch who forced kinship upon them, eager to eliminate him. Yet unexpectedly— "When will Ah-Dad retire from court? Pavilions and towers await you." "Father, today someone submitted a memorial insulting you—watch me censure him to death!" "Only with Linlin here can We rest easy." Chi Ning, surrounded by filial descendants and basking in undiminished glory, one day fancifully sets his sights on a new son. But this "person" proves even more whimsical than Chi Ning—he aspires to become the other father to all of Chi Ning's sons. **[Sinister, Son-Adopting Eunuch Shou × Two-Faced True Deity Gong]** Alternate Titles: *"Only Daddy Is Good in the World"* *"The Overbearing Deity Falls for Me"* (Not really) **Preferences/Triggers at Your Discretion:** 1. Gong is non-human; Shou is a true eunuch. 2. The Shou is obsessed with adopting sons—all relationships are purely familial except with the Gong. 3. This work is purely for entertainment; please do not take it seriously. 4. The story was actually written by the author's cat! ⊙ω⊙ 5. Barring unforeseen circumstances, daily updates between 11 AM–2 PM. **VIP Notice:** This novel will enter VIP status on **Sunday, March 29, 2020**, with an extra-long chapter update. Your continued support is greatly appreciated! **Copyright Disclaimer:** Unauthorized reproduction constitutes theft. **VIP Reading Guide:** **[Author’s Promotion – New Modern BL Novel *"Hahahahahahahaha"* (aka *Eight Hahas*): After inheriting billions... Click the author’s column for details~]**

池宁是个权倾朝野的大太监，文臣口中“阴阳怪气，不得好死”的那种。 他平生没什么追求，就是年纪轻轻喜欢认儿子。 屡试不中、老态龙钟的老秀才；出身贫寒、才华将没的状元郎；两厂掌控下的锦衣卫等。就连稚嫩可爱的小皇子，也会傻乎乎的说:“临临，如孤亚父。” 后来，秀才富可敌国，状元成了最年轻的阁臣，小皇子登基为帝。 外人觉得，这些大佬肯定恨毒了这强认儿子的死太监，欲除之后快。却不想…… “阿爹什么时候出宫养老？亭台阁楼都给您建好了。” “爹，今日朝中有人上折骂您，看儿子参死他！” “有临临在，朕才安心。” 子孙满堂、风光依旧的池宁，这一日又异想天开，看上了个新儿子。 但这“人”比池宁更异想天开，他想当池宁所有儿子的另外一个爹。 阴阳怪气喜欢认儿子太监受X两幅面孔真.神明攻 本文又名：《世上只有爸爸好》、《霸道神明爱上我》（不是 雷萌自选： 1.攻不是人，受是真.太监； 2.主受对认儿子有执念，除了攻，其他都是纯亲情。 3.本文不过娱人娱己，请勿对号入座。 4.文是作者家的猫写哒！⊙ω⊙ 5.如无意外，会日更，更新区间会在11点到14点左右。 本文将于2020年3月29日周日入V，当天会有【大长章】更新掉落。希望亲们能够一如既往的支持~ 版权所有，请勿转载，不告而取，是谓盗。 如何充值看VIP文详见： 【安利自己的现耽新文——《哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈》（简称八哈），继承千亿遗产之后……从作者专栏也可以点进新文啦~】