Chu Yi (chǔ) transmigrated into an ancient danmei novel of political intrigue. Who would have thought that the day he arrived was precisely the eve of a traitor’s assassination attempt?
[Translator’s Notes: Chu Yi (褚逸 chǔ yì): The author specifically notes that the character’s surname, 褚, is pronounced “chǔ” (3rd tone).]
Good news: The attempt hasn’t succeeded yet!
Bad news: He transmigrated as the scapegoat and is about to be executed by a thousand cuts!
Chu Yi: If I don’t run now, when will I ever?!
But damn it all! It was only after being dragged back before the tyrant that Chu Yi realized—shit, he seemed to have been drugged!
To survive, Chu Yi had no choice but to obediently serve the tyrant day after day. Yet, he never forgot his original goal, attempting a small escape every three days and a major one every five.
The result? Nights of passion that left his back aching, his legs weak, and him wanting to cry.
However, the first time he disguised himself as a young eunuch, he ran right into the tyrant’s palanquin and was caught on the spot.
The second time, he dressed as a courtesan from a brothel, only to be pinned down in a private room by the tyrant…
Watching his belly grow bigger day by day, Chu Yi was on the verge of a mental breakdown—
Damn it, why didn’t anyone mention something as important as this being an ABO world?!
And isn’t the tyrant supposed to kill without batting an eye?!! Why the hell is his tolerance for me so high?! Damn it!
Everyone said that Emperor Liwen, Sheng Qianheng, was gloomy and cold-hearted. He had murdered his father and brothers, was utterly capricious, and, like the ruthless Lord Cao of the Warring States, slaughtered people indiscriminately.
Little did they know that in the Son of Heaven’s heart, there was someone he held most dear.
Sheng Qianheng was born in the Cold Palace. Despite being the eldest prince, he was disfavored by the late Emperor, enduring endless scorn and hardship. In the winter, he had neither enough food to fill his stomach nor charcoal for warmth, and was constantly mocked and bullied.
Until that Winter Solstice, when the young marquis, dressed in a bright red fur cloak, appeared gracefully amidst the vast, swirling snow.
He said—
“You’re all dirty.”
“Hurry and wipe your face.”
“It’s freezing cold. It won’t be good if you catch a chill and get sick.”
At that moment, Sheng Qianheng thought, if there ever came a day, he would pluck this jade branch and treasure it in a house of gold.
In the years that followed, Sheng Qianheng indeed got his wish.
Until… not long ago.
The love of his life, who had lost his memories, ran away in the middle of the night with a swollen belly.
Sheng Qianheng: ?
#Also known as:
#After Transmigrating, I Was Forcibly Loved by the Tyrant
#What? The Empress is Actually Me?
#Hey! The Script Never Said Anything About This!
#I Thought My Wife Was Playing Games With Me? He Actually Lost His Memory?
A dramatic, cowardly, beautiful shou who only wants to survive vs. an extremely possessive and insecure emperor gong.
1v1, mutual chastity, Ancient ABO, many original settings, fictional dynasty, a fluffy and sweet story.
