I Am No Sleeve-Chaser

I transmigrated into the role of a junior official serving the crown prince.

On my first day at work, I was so scared I nearly lost my soul. My immediate superior seemed to be the Han Emperor Ai, historically infamous for his love of men.

He had a male favorite surnamed Dong.

As luck would have it, my surname was Dong too. Worse, I had an exceptionally handsome face.

I decided to keep my head down and stay alive. I’d avoid him if I could, and never look up when I could keep my eyes lowered.

But then the crown prince argued with the empress, came out of the hall, and spotted me at a glance.

“You. Come here.”

That night, the crown prince got drunk, clutched my sleeve, and wouldn’t let go, crying, “Don’t leave.”

The next day, the entire Eastern Palace was abuzz with rumors: Official Dong had been favored by the crown prince.

Me: ??? No, I didn’t. It wasn’t me. Stop making things up.

I kept avoiding him.

But after that, things began to spiral beyond my control.

When he cupped my face and asked me, his eyes hazy with drink, “Jingzhi, do you want to be with me?”

My brain froze, but my body was completely honest.

Even so, I firmly declared that I would never become a courtier who loved men!

Until the day he shoved me down onto the desk, acting far more forcefully than the frail crown prince I knew.

I rolled over and pinned him beneath me.

But he hooked an arm around my neck and lifted his head to kiss me.

My reason came crashing down.

At that moment, I thought: Fine, I’ll be a treacherous minister. Fine, I’ll love a man. For the rest of my life, it’ll be him.

But the emperor beneath me now, his wrists pinned down as he gazes at me with tears glimmering in the moonlight...

Something seems off.

The emperor is a woman disguised as a man, pretending to be a man in a BL romance. Both leads are sexually inexperienced, and most of the story is told from the male lead’s perspective. Read with caution if that bothers you.