Help! The Crown Princess Who Wed the Crown Prince to Bring Him Luck Is a Heartthrob

[Mainly shou, adored by all + rivals competing for his love + sweet romance]

A coquettish, crafty shou with a delicate constitution

His childhood sweetheart, the crown prince + a gentle top scorer + a brooding high priest + an imperial physician who wants to steal him away

Hua Ci Qing is the most doted-on young master of the Yongchang Marquis's household. He has a face as bewitching as Su Daji's, beautiful enough to bring a kingdom to ruin and so androgynous that people can't tell whether he is a man or a woman. Everyone marvels that he is more beautiful than the noble young ladies of Yanjing, yet they also joke that the Yongchang Marquis's household really does pamper this young master like a daughter. Surely they don't intend to keep him that way for the rest of his life?

Hua Ci Qing had thought he would spend his whole life in the marquis's household. Then word spread throughout Yanjing that his childhood sweetheart, the crown prince, had fallen gravely ill. The invitation once sent to the marquis's household changed in the blink of an eye, its ink shifting until it became a marriage contract. And so Hua Ci Qing became the crown prince's consort, sent to the Eastern Palace to bring him good fortune.

On their wedding night, his supposedly gravely ill husband suddenly rallied, as strong as an ox. The Eastern Palace's hot water never stopped flowing all night.

The crown prince murmured in his ear, “Qingqing, I finally got to marry you.”

The imperial physician ordered to poison him examined his pulse every day. When the crown prince wasn't around, he would press Hua Ci Qing against the bed and whisper shamelessly lewd things: “You've been poisoned, and I can cure you. I want to cure the troubles in your heart, too.”

One glance beneath the examination results board at the Ministry of Rites' southern courtyard, and the young, inexperienced top scholar fell in love at first sight. He dared to overstep his station, backing Hua Ci Qing against a tree trunk: “Your Highness, be my wife and let me be your adviser. No one in Yanjing's court will dare submit a memorial impeaching you.”

The high priest of the Miaojiang, peerlessly elegant, used Gu to nourish Hua Ci Qing's heart and stir his passions. “Qingqing, you belong to the Miaojiang. You were always meant to be mine.”

Hua Ci Qing covered his lips and neck in silence. What was he supposed to do when all the men were so intense?