Quick Transmigration: Becoming the Little Villain of the Dragon-Born Protagonist

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When An Yang opened his eyes, he discovered he had transmigrated to another world.

His original host was a wicked villain with the same name. Not only was he promiscuous and flirted with other villains, he was also scheming and cruel, bullying the original world's protagonist, Long Aotian. In the end, after Long Aotian turned evil, he was dismembered.

That was what the System told An Yang.

An Yang didn't believe a word of it. He turned around and went straight to Long Aotian. Seeing Long Aotian being bullied by a villain, An Yang started hatching little plans.

Trying to win him over with his kind-hearted side.

Offering premium pills -> kicked away.

Offering a warm bedroll -> rejected.

Offering An Yang himself -> Long Aotian's affection shoots up!

Now An Yang understood. Long Aotian was clearly a good boy, the kind who got carried away as soon as you gave him a little sweetness.

Later, the good boy turned into a bad boy.

An Yang realized that being nice to Long Aotian only made him turn evil more easily. Clever An Yang decided that in every world from then on, he would be Long Aotian's strictest daddy.

But it turned out

An Yang was the one crying out for daddy on the bed every day.

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"Hey, ever been tricked by your wife?"

"Ever been toyed with like a dog by your wife?"

After enduring hardships and setbacks across multiple worlds, Long Aotian successfully awakened an independent System and discovered the young man's secret.

He decided to give him a little punishment.

He would personally create a special world for his wife, so he could get a taste of what it was like.

Note: The protagonist is clueless and a little silly in the first world.

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Blurb

[Softhearted, Sickly Beauty ★ Devoted, Mad Emperor]

"I have someone I love dearly. I hold him in my palm for fear he'll make a fuss, and keep him in my mouth for fear he'll melt."

Han Ling was the third prince, an inconsequential figure in the imperial palace.

His birth mother was a foreign princess sent over after her country was defeated. She had no power or backing, so anyone in the palace could slight him. The other princes ostracized and ignored him, while the servants treated him carelessly and looked down on him.

Even as a little boy, he would often hide alone beneath a tree in a secluded corner of the veranda. He rarely spoke, his eyes lowered as he sat in a daze, his whole presence cold and distant, without a trace of youthful energy.

Chu Qiuli was different. He was the regent's only child, cherished and carefully raised by his elders. He had a gentle, mild temperament and not the slightest trace of arrogance toward others.

At a banquet in the palace one day, the place was noisy and lively. Feeling stifled by all the commotion, he slipped away to a quiet corridor to get some air, where he spotted Han Ling sitting alone in the shadows.

Everyone else instinctively kept their distance when they saw Han Ling, but Chu Qiuli walked straight over and sat down beside him, then gently struck up a conversation.

"Why are you here all by yourself?"

Han Ling abruptly looked up. Few people ever approached him of their own accord, and he was so stunned that he couldn't answer for a long while.

Chu Qiuli wasn't bothered in the least. He chatted casually with him, talking about the flowers and plants blooming in the garden and the amusing things happening outside, his tone light and gentle.

For a brief moment, the boys chatted. There was no pity or distance, just simple conversation and companionship.

In the noisy, glamorous imperial palace, everyone was prejudiced, but Chu Qiuli alone offered him warmth without reservation.

A light suddenly kindled in the depths of Han Ling's silent, gloomy heart. Through countless lonely, unbearable days afterward, he would repeatedly remember the sight of that boy speaking gently beneath the veranda.

Little Scene

Everyone knew Empress Chu loved red plum blossoms best. In the palace gardens, red plums bloomed on every tree, while muffled sobs came from inside the room.

A black-feathered ceremonial robe pressed down a pale body, and a slender, pointed brush stained with cinnabar rested in someone's hand.

There was a tiny mole at Chu Qiuli's waist, bewitching and alluring, enough to set the imagination running.

Han Ling had glimpsed it by chance years ago and had always wanted a closer look, but never had the opportunity.

Now, he had all the time in the world to take his time.

Han Ling: My beloved consort, that mole of yours is so alluring. I wonder who you're trying to seduce?

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