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Your Highness, See #Clearly, I Am a Eunuch! by 千栀子 #transmigration #historical #tragedy “No female lead!!! Couple Pairing: A real eunuch and a prince from the Cold Palace. He never expected his girlfriend’s curse to actually come true. What was he supposed to do after transmigrating into a real eunuch? He wanted to cry three times a day. But then, unexpectedly, he met a lame prince from the Cold Palace, and just so happened to stumble upon the scene of that seemingly innocent but secretly ruthless brat committing mu*der. And without realizing it at all, he somehow ended up flirting with the guy so much that things started to get weird. Gu Xiangyu: The way this kid looks at me is not exactly innocent!”

Don’t Bite My #Spiritual Form by 多加香芹 #supernatural #mecha #fantasy A fluffy-animal-loving guide shou × a jealous white tiger beastman gong Recently, Jin Chi’an noticed something strange about his arranged marriage partner. That man always looked at him with the resentful eyes of someone betrayed in love, as if Jin Chi’an had done something terribly wrong to him. Although Jin Chi’an didn’t have any special feelings toward this political marriage partner, being stared at like that still made him uncomfortable. Fortunately, every night a fluffy white tiger would crawl into his blankets, instantly improving his mood. Still, as the Empire’s chief guide from the Royal Loivette Academy, Jin Chi’an was determined to uncover why his marriage partner was acting so strangely. But after an accident, he transformed into his spiritual form and could no longer ask questions directly.

Your Highness, See #Clearly, I Am a Eunuch! by 千栀子 #historical #tragedy #transmigration “No female lead!!! Couple Pairing: A real eunuch and a prince from the Cold Palace. He never expected his girlfriend’s curse to actually come true. What was he supposed to do after transmigrating into a real eunuch? He wanted to cry three times a day. But then, unexpectedly, he met a lame prince from the Cold Palace, and just so happened to stumble upon the scene of that seemingly innocent but secretly ruthless brat committing mu*der. And without realizing it at all, he somehow ended up flirting with the guy so much that things started to get weird. Gu Xiangyu: The way this kid looks at me is not exactly innocent!”

The world only knew the current Prime Minister, Lin Huaiyu, as a treacherous official who brought ruin to the country and its people. However, no one knew that it was this “villainous” minister who personally pushed the new Emperor onto the throne. When Su Yang was destitute, Lin Huaiyu knelt in the snow until his knees were permanently damaged to beg for a chance at his survival. During the struggle for succession, Lin Huaiyu used his own body to block a poisoned cup, which left him with a lifetime of frailty and broken health. Now that the imperial court is peaceful, Lin Huaiyu finds himself locked upon the dragon bed by the very “wolf cub” he raised, forced to endure the Emperor’s favor night after night. Every night, Su Yang takes from him without restraint and asks, “Now that the Prime Minister has left me, who else could possibly satisfy you?” Lin Huaiyu closes his eyes and swallows the metallic taste of blood in his throat. He never utters a single word. Su Yang has no idea that Lin Huaiyu is dying. On the day of the Empress’s coronation ceremony, the Qinchun Palace, where Lin Huaiyu was imprisoned, erupted into a towering fire. Su Yang abandoned the ceremony and rushed into the inferno, but he emerged with nothing. Historical records state that the new Emperor coughed up blood that night. He sat in a daze until dawn while clutching the only possession Lin Huaiyu left behind. A year later, amidst the misty rains of Jiangnan, the Prime Minister who was supposed to have died in the fire leans languidly against a soft couch. Su Yang, with eyes bloodshot, throws himself toward him. However, as Lin Huaiyu sees him approach, he gently shakes the golden bell on his wrist and allows envoys from various nations to gallantly present him with rare medicinal herbs. “Your Majesty could not even see through a fake death,” Lin Huaiyu says. “Why speak of an eternity together?” Later, everyone in Jiangnan heard that a handsome gentleman knelt at the gates of the Lin Manor every day. No matter who tried to drive him away, he only repeated in a hoarse voice, “Huaiyu, let me see if your coughing of blood has improved.” One-Sentence Summary: A madman turns into a loyal dog. Theme: Finding one’s own bright future on the path of growth.

Scheming Vinegar King X Mouthy Coward Beautiful Emperor Top X Spoiled Young Master Bottom Made to realize it’s actually amazing(1) — Yan Yihuan is the third young master from the Residence of King Yan. He drinks imperial wine, eats at royal banquets, sleeps on a luxurious bed, and strolls through jade pavilions. Every day, he enjoys a carefree and indulgent life, as happy and free as an immortal! Happy, my foot. There was a seventh-rank minor official from the capital, so alluring, yet he’s off-limits. After finally managing to pin him down with the help of alcohol, he himself almost ends up getting… The intimidated Yan Yihuan’s ego suffered a ‘tiny bit’ of damage. He entered the capital with a broken heart to attend a banquet, hugging a young man and lamenting his emotional wounds in the ornately decorated flower boat: “What’s so great about that Zhao Chufeng? He’s as stiff as a piece of wood, with none of the charm you have.” Right after finishing his sentence, a tall and handsome man suddenly appeared on the flower boat with a mocking smile: “It’s been a year, Yan gongzi, your flirting skills haven’t improved at all!” Yan Yihuan was suddenly restrained, his pupils trembling in shock. “I was wrong, I won’t flirt with others anymore, can you let me go?” Zhao Chufeng just smiled and said nothing. The next day at the palace banquet, Yan Yihuan who was holding his waist and groaning, was pressured into drinking and passed out after 3 cups of wine. When he woke up, he found himself tied to that bed again. Yan Yihuan begins to panic after coming to a realization. If they dare to kidnap someone so casually at a palace banquet, could it be…? I’m doomed, I think I’ve provoked someone I shouldn’t have! Zhao Chufeng wiped the sweat from his forehead. “What’s wrong? Zhen(2) exclusively favors you alone. Are you moved?” Yan Yihuan: “N-no, I dare not move.” But could you be a little gentler next time…? Author’s Notes: Guidelines for Reading: 1. This is a 1v1 story with a happy ending (HE), focused on sweet romance with a hint of sourness. The shou is a “big genius”. 2. Everything serves for the purpose of romance, with light political intrigue—don’t take the plot too seriously. 3. The setting is fictional, with some references to official titles, but not necessarily adhering strictly to historical accuracy. 4. Additionally, this story takes place in a world where male-male relationships are common, so such things are not considered unusual. 5. Rolling 360°(3) asking for bookmarks, and please follow the author, thank you darlings! Footnotes: 1) 强制变真香 Originates from a popular internet meme in China, where a person, after initially rejecting or being indifferent to something, ends up admitting it’s actually quite good or enjoyable. In other words, “turning into someone who really likes it” after being convinced or persuaded. 2) 朕 (zhèn) – means ‘I’ or ‘my’, used by the emperor to refer to himself. 3) Rolling 360°- playful expression meaning “rolling around” in every direction, often used to show enthusiasm or desperation for something (in this case, for readers to add the story to their bookmarked)

The thousand-year serpent demon Xuan Lin attempted to transcend his tribulation and become a dragon. The ascension failed and the heavenly lightning blasted him crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. In desperation, he plunged into the black sea. His massive tail capsized a cargo ship. Xuan Lin didn’t die. A wisp of his remaining soul passed into the body of Wu Tingchuan, head of a jade trading house, and took possession of his form. When he opened his eyes, Xuan Lin was a cripple. Only his right arm still worked. The Wu family believed he was possessed by evil spirits and sought someone with a strong destiny to marry into the household to “ward off misfortune.” And so, Wang Mo was taken in as a concubine. This little ge’er pitied him, loved him, respected him. He treated him well. A small courtyard, two people, living their simple days together. Half a year passed in quiet contentment, until fate brought Xuan Lin back to his true form. — After being cast out by the Wu family, Wang Mo’s legs were crippled. He took shelter in a small cottage in a distant village. The village men eyed his house and wanted to marry him. But behind his back, they sneered. “A ge’er who was thrown out. Secondhand goods. Damaged.” “Two useless legs. He probably won’t live more than a few days. Marrying him just to inherit his place would be fine, I suppose.” One day, a handsome man appeared at his door. He brought rice and flour. And he asked Wang Mo if he would be willing to marry him as his proper wife.

The world only knew the current Prime Minister, Lin Huaiyu, as a treacherous official who brought ruin to the country and its people. However, no one knew that it was this “villainous” minister who personally pushed the new Emperor onto the throne. When Su Yang was destitute, Lin Huaiyu knelt in the snow until his knees were permanently damaged to beg for a chance at his survival. During the struggle for succession, Lin Huaiyu used his own body to block a poisoned cup, which left him with a lifetime of frailty and broken health. Now that the imperial court is peaceful, Lin Huaiyu finds himself locked upon the dragon bed by the very “wolf cub” he raised, forced to endure the Emperor’s favor night after night. Every night, Su Yang takes from him without restraint and asks, “Now that the Prime Minister has left me, who else could possibly satisfy you?” Lin Huaiyu closes his eyes and swallows the metallic taste of blood in his throat. He never utters a single word. Su Yang has no idea that Lin Huaiyu is dying. On the day of the Empress’s coronation ceremony, the Qinchun Palace, where Lin Huaiyu was imprisoned, erupted into a towering fire. Su Yang abandoned the ceremony and rushed into the inferno, but he emerged with nothing. Historical records state that the new Emperor coughed up blood that night. He sat in a daze until dawn while clutching the only possession Lin Huaiyu left behind. A year later, amidst the misty rains of Jiangnan, the Prime Minister who was supposed to have died in the fire leans languidly against a soft couch. Su Yang, with eyes bloodshot, throws himself toward him. However, as Lin Huaiyu sees him approach, he gently shakes the golden bell on his wrist and allows envoys from various nations to gallantly present him with rare medicinal herbs. “Your Majesty could not even see through a fake death,” Lin Huaiyu says. “Why speak of an eternity together?” Later, everyone in Jiangnan heard that a handsome gentleman knelt at the gates of the Lin Manor every day. No matter who tried to drive him away, he only repeated in a hoarse voice, “Huaiyu, let me see if your coughing of blood has improved.” One-Sentence Summary: A madman turns into a loyal dog. Theme: Finding one’s own bright future on the path of growth.

When Lan Yu transmigrated into a modern day BL novel, the original owner of this body happened to be in the middle of running away from home. Lan Yu immediately decided to carry that plan through to the very end. Who would willingly go back and become the little cannon fodder used only to move the plot forward? Until one day, when he pushed open the door of his tiny rental room and instantly froze. The wide expanse of a red and black sky and a colossal mansion appeared inside what was originally only a ten square meter rental space. Something enormous, pitch black and impossible to see clearly, even its outline, was sprawled over the roof of the mansion. It extended one rotting hand toward him. On the palm rested a small cake with a single candle burning with cold blue flame. “Welcome home. Your parents prepared a dessert for you.” Lan Yu stood in complete stupor. This was supposed to be a normal modern day BL novel. Where was his peaceful ordinary romance? Lan Yu asked cautiously, “If I… run away from home again, what will happen?” His parents replied gently, “Don’t do that, sweetheart. If you try to leave again, you might as well die.” Lan Yu made a strangled noise. “…Hic.” — At a department gathering, Lan Yu sat obediently and said, “My family requires that I’m not allowed to drink.” “You’re the newest one in the entire department. If you don’t drink, are we supposed to drink while you just watch us?” Lan Yu hesitated and drank a little. The next day, the department supervisor suddenly called in sick for no clear reason. No one noticed that Lan Yu’s complexion was just as pale. Last night, Lan Yu had personally watched one of his ghostly elder brothers, who didn’t even have a proper physical form, more like a mass of rotting sludge, crawl through the supervisor’s phone to “talk things out.” The supervisor’s shrill, terrified scream still echoed in Lan Yu’s ears. —– “Got your salary? Shouldn’t you treat me, the one who introduced you to the job?” one of the few friends he had asked. “My salary has to be handed over to my parents to manage,” Lan Yu replied. “What? You’re that old and they still control your money? You can’t even treat a friend without asking permission?” Lan Yu blinked earnestly. “But I can apply for permission.” Three days later, the two of them walked out of a lavish, gold and crystal high end restaurant. His friend stood with him at the hotel entrance, weak kneed. “Just looking at the number of digits on that menu made my legs go soft. Do you even have enough salary for this?” Lan Yu answered honestly, “I don’t know. My older sister paid.” His friend stared at him, life collapsing. “Are you… a rich second generation?” Lan Yu stared back, equally confused. “Possibly? Maybe? Could it be?” —- After his real biological relatives finally found him, Lan Yu learned that the original owner’s family wasn’t an eerie supernatural household at all. From the very beginning, the identity he entered with was never that of the family’s youngest son. He had been brought in as the youngest son’s future partner? Lan Yu stared blankly at his own shadow on the ground as his fiancé, the World’s Shadow itself, drew a simple smiling face and placed it over the shape of Lan Yu’s shadow. A loving smile, meant only for his beloved.