The Dark Moonlight Who Toyed With the Future Tyrant and Abandoned Him

The Wen family is the imperial court's largest supplier of medicinal goods in the Great Liang dynasty. The eldest son, Wen Yan, is a pampered, breathtaking beauty, adored wherever he goes. But with his excellent medical skills going to waste, he seizes the chance to help at the front when a crisis leaves the army short-handed. He leaves his many admirers behind and heads to the military camp with his medicine chest.

Keeping his identity secret, Wen Yan resolves to help the army defeat its enemies. While helping plan their strategy, he meets a handsome, well-built soldier.

The man has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He's decisive and efficient on the battlefield.

Taken by his looks, Wen Yan starts calling him sweetheart and sweet-talking him into bed, again and again.

Later, after the war ends in a great victory, his sweetheart begins making plans for their future.

Wen Yan returns home to take over as head of the family, then walks away without a word, abandoning his lover like a heartless cad.

Not long after the victory, a rebellion breaks out at court. The dynasty changes hands, and the prince who faked his death and endured years of hardship in the army becomes the new emperor. Ruthless and unyielding, he unleashes a bloody purge as soon as he takes the throne, settling accounts with officials of the old dynasty and its imperial merchants.

As he watches most of his former colleagues end up dead by the sword, the head of the Wen family is summoned to the throne hall, trembling with fear.

Before the emperor, Wen Yan weeps like a pear blossom in the rain, looking so pitiful that anyone would feel for him, and offers his loyalty with heartfelt sincerity.

But when he looks up and recognizes the familiar, handsome face on the throne, he falls silent at once, his face turning pale.

Isn't that the old flame I seduced and abandoned?!

How did he end up on the throne?!

I'm done for, I'm done for, I'm done for...

Thanks to his superb medical skills, Wen Yan is granted special permission to remain in the palace.

He takes the new emperor's pulse with a face like a corpse, only for the emperor to say that his injuries are severe and he has forgotten many things from the past.

Wen Yan comes back to life: Thank goodness, I can still keep my head down and survive!

By day, he takes Shen Du's pulse, brews medicine, and attends to him. At night, in the imperial bedchamber, he bites down on the bedcovers and doesn't dare make a sound, hoping that once Shen Du is satisfied, he'll let him go.

But while enjoying Wen Yan's service, Shen Du traces an old scar between his ribs with a fingertip, bites his earlobe, and says in an ambiguous tone, "Your body feels strangely familiar to me, my dear subject."

Wen Yan shudders, realizing he's been played. He quietly prepares to fake his death and run away, but on the night he makes his move, someone corners him against a wall.

At some point, a pair of golden shackles has appeared by the bed. In the flickering candlelight, Shen Du approaches with a cold expression and leaves a deep bite mark on Wen Yan's vulnerable neck.

"Tell me, where are you planning to run off to this time?"

P.S.

Imperfect characters.

The couple has only ever been with each other, and the shou has never loved anyone other than the gong.

Upcoming story, shou-centered: The Gloomy Beauty Everyone Hates Won't Give Up. Please add it to your favorites~

Synopsis:

Lin Fuyue had a miserable background and endured constant scorn. Determined to grow stronger, he collected all kinds of rare treasures, miraculous pills, and precious medicines, and trained hard. At just seventeen, he broke through to the Golden Core stage and became the top disciple of his sect.

To prove how strong he was, he always rushed to the front whenever danger arose. Afraid that others would see the ugly, twisted face his obsession had made of him, he always kept his distance from people, staying silent and cold-faced.

He knew his fellow disciples despised him for competing for medicinal herbs, seizing battle achievements, and never showing them a friendly face.

But he refused to change. His obsession had become a sickness.

He would rather endure their spiteful words and looks, walk alone in the shadows, and return to his lonely little hut on the back mountain to rot away.

When he left, his fellow disciples silently breathed a sigh of relief.

A junior disciple who had secretly planted high-grade herbs on the back mountain said, "Thank goodness Senior Brother was there. Otherwise, that ferocious beast could have killed me with one swipe."

A senior sister who had quietly left him the location of a spiritual energy cave said, "Junior Brother always works so hard. Take care of yourself."

A new junior sister scratched her head. "Senior Brother is so nice. Why don't we say hello to him?"

All the other disciples answered in unison: "He's a loner. Saying hello would startle him."

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After achieving great mastery in his divine arts, the sect's founding patriarch Yan Li emerged from seclusion to find that the world had changed beyond recognition. Even his great-grand-disciple was now an old, white-bearded sect leader. Still young and handsome, Yan Li didn't want an old man with a white beard calling him Grandpa all day, so he simply picked up the identity of a "senior brother" and settled into a lazy life.

The other disciples readily accepted the senior brother who had appeared out of nowhere. Yan Li was delighted to hear them obediently call him "Senior Brother" all day, except for one strange junior who "wouldn't drink anything but bitter water and wouldn't stand anywhere but in the shadows."

The junior was white as snow all over, with a beautiful face as cold as ice and a deep hostility toward him.

Yan Li thought he might be a demon prince who had infiltrated the world, so he secretly went to investigate on the back mountain. Instead, he saw Lin Fuyue slumped in a pile of mangled cultivation manuals, silently shedding tears as he muttered, "...I'm not number one anymore. Sob."

The long-dead patriarch's heart blossomed: "Good grief, how adorable."

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The old patriarch's wicked streak kicked in. He forcibly crossed the line, dragged the junior out of the shadows, and tailored a one-of-a-kind sword technique to suit his talents.

Unfortunately, not only did Lin Fuyue refuse to appreciate it, he came to hate Yan Li even more.

Yan Li was utterly baffled and got anxious. "You don't trust me that much? You like the sect's old-fashioned sword technique that much? It doesn't suit you at all!"

Lin Fuyue lowered his eyes and wiped his sword, a tenderness he'd never shown before in his gaze. "You don't understand. When I first came to the sect, I once saw someone perform this breathtaking sword strike by chance. It was only the fading light of the stroke, but it was still the most beautiful sword strike I've ever seen."

Yan Li: "Which bastard?"

Lin Fuyue murmured, "The sect's founder, Sword Lord Huaiguang."

Yan Li, the original patriarch himself: "Huh?!"

Upcoming gong-centered, mutually doting story: The Villainous Widower Awakens. Please add it to your favorites~

Synopsis:

Song Lianyi had a beautiful, gentle Daoist partner. On the hundredth anniversary of their union, they stood hand in hand atop Mount Cang and vowed never to part, in this life or the next.

In the blink of an eye, both of them were struck by heavenly lightning. When Song Lianyi woke up, he discovered not only that his wife was gone, but also that an unfamiliar memory had appeared in his mind.

In that memory, he was the villain of this world, while his beloved wife was the spirit of the divine sword protecting the world in the protagonist's hands. In their previous life, he'd lost his mind and repeatedly tried to kill the protagonist. His wife, who had no memories, was forced to take up arms against him and ultimately died by his blade for the protagonist's sake.

Song Lianyi laughed furiously. "What kind of ridiculous plot is this? Give me back my wife!"

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The heavenly lightning struck them at the very start of the story.

The protagonist's group passed through a certain place and came face-to-face with Song Lianyi, who looked deeply troubled.

The protagonist asked curiously, "Who are you crying for?"

Song Lianyi gazed tenderly at Pei Sixue, whose expression was cool and detached. "For my wife, who abandoned me."

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Ever since waking from a deep sleep, Pei Sixue has felt as though something is missing, and his temper has grown increasingly volatile. To make matters worse, Song Lianyi shamelessly joins the group and spends all day and night talking in his ear about his wife.

Song Lianyi cooks for him: "This is the soup my wife makes best. It's delicious."

He makes his bed: "My wife makes the softest beds."

He takes a sword strike for him: "My wife taught me this move. Cool, right?"

Song Lianyi never stops talking, but he takes meticulous care of Pei Sixue. Though Pei Sixue keeps a cold face, his heart gradually fills with a sour ache.

Until Song Lianyi takes out a jade pendant and, as usual, starts talking in his ear: "This was our token of love. We vowed never to abandon each other, even in death."

Pei Sixue can't stand it any longer. His face flushing, he slaps the pendant away. "If you miss your wife so much, why are you telling me? Go find him!"

But Song Lianyi isn't angry. He just picks up the pendant, wipes the dust off, and mutters aggrievedly, "How could I go looking for him? He's lost his memory and is getting jealous of himself and taking it out on me."

Pei Sixue: ???

Theme: Stand together through hardship