My Moonlight's Secret Identity Saved My Life

Mutual devotion, two male leads, a winding romance, a seemingly innocent but calculating bottom and a scheming tyrant top, one-on-one, both chaste, comedy, political intrigue, happy ending.

The son of a convicted official rose to become the prime minister, and Xie Qing'an thought it was thanks to his own ability and talent.

Who would’ve thought… the little emperor had been lusting after him all along!

The pure and upright loyal minister became an emperor’s bedchamber attendant.

Xie Qing'an mocked himself. Perhaps the person he pretended to be really was like the moonlight the little emperor often spoke of, until the emperor leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You were always the moon in my heart. How could you ever be merely a bedchamber attendant?”

My heart is no stone; I think of you as I always have.

My heart is no stone; I cherish you just as I did at the start.

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In short, the male lead’s thought process is a mess, and a tragic ending gets completely rewritten into a happy one.

Villain: “Is my secret identity well hidden? Don’t let it interfere with my grand rebellion!”

Protagonist: “Wait, does he like my secret identity? Am I a substitute?!”

At first: “I’m straight. I only see you as a younger brother.”

In the middle: “I don’t object to men loving men. Love shouldn’t be defined.”

Later: “So what if I’m into men? That’s exactly what I am!”

The whole premise is “he thinks,” but if either of them had a normal thought process, they’d never get together.

(A powerful couple, devoted love, guaranteed sweetness. No weak bottoms: let’s start with me!)

I will not drop this novel!!! Please come take a look, dear readers~~ Feel free to leave comments; I’ll reply as enthusiastically as I can~

May you be safe, Xie Qing'an. When will this endless longing end? Though my heart is filled with a thousand sorrows, raising my cup cannot soothe a lover’s tears.

The flowers have withered, the wanderer returns. A dreary evening rain veils autumn’s sorrow. I’ll invite you to cross the mortal world beneath my umbrella, and together we’ll weather a thousand joys and sorrows.