After the Wedding, I Became the Prince Regent's Favorite

There is a rumor in Beijing that the regent Wang Gengchi needs to find a person with a specific horoscope to celebrate the wedding. The betrothal gift is two hundred taels of gold, and a free job will be given to the in-laws. Outside the red wall of the Vice Minister's Mansion in the east of the city, Yan Yu stood on tiptoe and pressed his ears against the cold brick wall, eavesdropping on the Spring Poetry Recital inside the wall. The green shirt he was wearing was made of cloth that his mother had torn apart with her teeth when she was admitted to the scholar examination three years ago, and the cuffs had long been frayed. In his arms were half a piece of cold and hard cooking cake, and a book with frayed edges, "The Rhythm of Poetry". He didn't know that at the other end of the alley, a black soft sedan had been parked for a long time. The sedan curtain was lifted open, and a pair of eyes fell on him. Three days later, he was drugged by his biological parents and bundled into the Regent's Palace. He's here to celebrate. It was his parents who exchanged him for two hundred taels of gold and a sinecure. On the wedding night, he opened his eyes and saw the powerful man sitting by the bed, pouring him a glass of warm water. "This is a deal." Wan Gengchi said, "It lasts for one year. If you want to leave at that time, I will never force you to stay." Yan Yu believed it. He stayed in the palace, walking on thin ice with fear and fear. But he gradually discovered that the man gave him much more than just a deal—— It was him who taught him step by step how to prepare the invitation in the study room late at night, it was him who told the royal family in front of all the dignitaries at the palace banquet, "This king has a real concubine", it was him who stayed in front of the bed with his clothes untied while he was ill, taking medicine one mouthful at a time, and it was the mutton-fat jade pendant tied around his waist that he never wanted to take off. He thought it was pampering. Until that night, he mustered up the courage to say "peace" and "I want to leave." Wan Gengchi pressed him down on the couch, his eyes filled with madness and paranoia that he had never seen before: "Want to leave? Unless I die."