[Younger top + scheming bottom; allied-state hostage prince (professional freeloader) X proper emperor (career-minded) + forced love]
When a professional freeloader meets a career-minded man, getting scorned is just part of the deal.
Fu Yue was despised inside and out, as if he weren’t even human. What good was being handsome? What good was being able to bend without breaking? Without someone to set things up for him, how could he ever be the top?
That “friendship between two nations, ten-year pact, exchange of hostages, mutual protection of cities” was utter nonsense. A hostage was a hostage, plain and simple!
Luckily, by playing the fool while keeping his wits about him, he could always turn danger into safety. He even managed to cozy up to the emperor, but why did the emperor keep wanting him dead?
Fu Yue had incredible luck. Just after he arrived, the old emperor kicked the bucket. The new emperor never brought him up, and all the ministers forgot he was there.
His days waiting for an audience were all about being bored, having nothing to do, and being left alone.
How could a nobody like him end up stumbling into the new emperor’s selection of consorts?
What a fantastic opportunity! Back home, he wouldn’t stand a chance, but in another country, handsome men were everywhere?
Only, was this a beauty pageant or an ugly contest?
One ridiculous stroke of luck after another came his way.
The emperor’s latrine
Fu Yue: “I used it.”
The emperor’s private affairs
Fu Yue: “I overheard them.”
The emperor’s waist
Fu Yue: “I put my arms around it.”
The emperor was fuming by now.
Pointing at Fu Yue, the emperor swore at him, “Where did this man come from, and what does he think he’s doing? Get him out of here! He deserves to die a hundred times over!”
Fu Yue: What kind of rotten luck did I stumble into? Dead from the start?
Followed, looking forward to the new work!
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