Ying Zheng: My Brother Is Gay

[Disguised as a man] [No romance] [Not a comedy] [Lighthearted, serious drama]

Mo Yu was a transmigrator who could barely support herself. In ten years since she transmigrated, she had done two great things:

First, she founded the Ji Sect, which spanned seven kingdoms, and became a power behind the scenes. Second, while perched on the wall of the hostage residence in Handan, she was struck on the head with a stone by a down-and-out nine-year-old hostage.

That child was named Ying Zheng.

Thin as a reed and prickly all over, he tested poison with snakes and coldly snapped at people, like a little wild wolf ready to bite. Mo Yu pressed a hand to her bleeding head and was about to hit back when the System gave her a warning: This is Qin Shi Huang.

Mo Yu silently put down the stone, bought a bag of roasted chestnuts, and tossed it over the wall.

From then on, her path of assisting (raising) him spiraled out of control.

Ying Zheng thought she was noisy, and she thought he was too cold. Ying Zheng tested her by staining white fox fur with blood; she tortured an assassin, roasted him, and sprinkled him with scallion salt. Ying Zheng pondered the unification of the realm in the ancestral temple, while outside, she used the “firecracker” punishment to smash an assassin’s head to pieces.

Two million words, an epic-length tale, from the hostage residence in Handan to the imperial mausoleum at Mount Li, from a bag of chestnuts to the words, “May the land remain at peace.”

This is neither a proper transmigration novel nor a proper political intrigue novel.

It is a record of a transmigration, and perhaps everything that happened was real...