The On-Screen Comments Say: The Mad Chancellor Has a Secret Crush on Me
After transmigrating into the role of a cannon-fodder Changning Princess who won’t survive past chapter twenty, Li Yao opens her eyes to find herself blocking Chancellor Xie Xuan’s path and confessing her love to him
[!! Stop! Touch his sleeve and he’ll throw you into the lotus pond. Catch a chill, and his political enemies will frame you!]
[Play dead! Xie Xuan hates trouble. If you faint, you might escape this!]
Looking at the man before her, clad in moon-white official robes and cold to the bone, Li Yao gets it in an instant: this is her lifesaving golden finger, an “all-seeing comments feed”!
From then on, she uses the comments to dodge danger with pinpoint accuracy:
When she brings him a birthday gift, the comments say, “Don’t give him an embroidered sachet! He hates people touching his name. Give him a cold-jade paperweight to soothe his irritability!”
When political enemies try to frame her, the comments shout, “Hide behind Xie Xuan! He just wiped out the spies who spread those rumors, and he’s looking for a chance to protect you!”
But who could have expected this ruthless “mad chancellor,” decisive and merciless to everyone else, to gradually let his guard down around her?
He tells her, “Stay out of my affairs, or you’ll die,” then spends three days and three nights bringing her medicine for a safe pregnancy.
When he slays an enemy general and gets blood all over his face, his first instinct is to wipe away her tears with his clean sleeve.
He replaces all her guards with his own men, obsession hidden in his eyes. “Yaoyao, you can only look at me. Otherwise… I’ll lock you up.”
Staring at the screen full of comments like “I’m losing my mind over them! The mad chancellor is secretly warming the princess’s hand warmer!”, Li Yao finally realizes
Ever since she followed the comments’ advice and laid white chrysanthemums down on the anniversary of his mother’s death, this cold, unhinged man’s heart had already been in her hands.
Later, when the court is in turmoil and the Northern Desert invades, Xie Xuan stands alone before her, his sword drenched in blood, yet his voice trembles with tenderness: