[Two Male Leads + 1v1 + Happy Ending + Transmigration + Ancient Setting + Fantasy] (A sweet, angst-free story) Guaranteed authentic! The main story is complete.
[Killer An Le (top) vs. Ye An, who was reborn as a frail baby (bottom)]
Other people transmigrate and enjoy delicious food and beautiful romances, but Ye An, reborn as the only son of the prime minister, turned his transmigration into a life of hardship. At five, he saved the people thanks to his appetite; at seven, he set off for the border to train in martial arts and fight in wars. As a modern person who had only ever seen games and TV dramas, how could he have imagined such a world of flashing blades and clashing swords?
After finally making it to fourteen, winning a decisive battle and earning the greatest credit, he returned to the capital only to inexplicably fall ill. His martial arts were ruined, and he became as frail as paper, a sickly young gentleman known to everyone in the capital.
Even a sickly person couldn't escape having their fortune told. And what would the fortune be about? Naturally, marriage.
Xue Qing smiled as she counted on her fingers. “Little Master, you have a wonderful marriage ahead of you. Let me wish you happiness in advance.”
Ye An, of course, had no intention of getting married. He was practically on death's door, so why drag someone else into it? Wasn't it better to stay single and mind his own business?
Ye An's mind never changed, until... that person appeared.
An Le smiled brightly, his gaze far too sincere. “Young Master, you're so gentle.”
Whenever the wind picked up, An Le would drape a cloak over him. “Young Master, don't catch a chill.”
He would also say, in a casual yet heartfelt way, “I care about you very much, too.”
An Le would make a wish: “May the young master be safe and happy, and may everything go smoothly, free from worry.”
He would also confess sincerely: “I want to live this life for you, Young Master.” “A bodyguard who doesn't want to rise in the ranks isn't a good bodyguard. Would you give me a chance to try for the position of Mrs. Ye?”
Ye An's face turned bright red, and his heart raced wildly. He struggled to calm himself, just so he could say, “All right, my Mrs. Ye.”
