Yan Heng transmigrated while taking part in a summer social practice program, ending up as a low-ranking sixth-rank censor in the Great Yong dynasty. His research topic was Shang Ji, a regent known to history for his cruelty and tyrannical rule.
The System told him he had to stay and witness Shang Ji's entire life, then write a three-thousand-word essay.
Yan Heng: Send me back!
Yan Heng (giving in): I can write six thousand words. Send me back!
The regent was supposed to die in two years, but before then, there would be a coup involving the murder of the crown prince and the seizure of the throne! As a censor, Yan Heng had such a sensitive position that he could be killed at any moment!
Desperately bold, Yan Heng secretly brought a hidden weapon to court, ready to kill that bastard of a prince! For the people, for the realm, and to get home!
Win or lose, someone was going to die.
Yan "Scaredy-cat" Heng clenched his fists. "Let's do this!"
Yan Heng gritted his teeth and hesitated. Before he could even draw his own knife, someone else stabbed the regent.
Yan Heng was about to run when he tripped over his own feet and flung himself into Shang Ji's arms.
Bleeding and covered in wounds, he looked at the regent with sorrow (resentment) and bitterness (venom), cursing him: You cn￥%&#*...
That expression...
He looked so adorably indignant, his face brimming with tears.
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The low-ranking censor who had taken a blade for him in court was a fiery little official, spouting curses in classical language at every opportunity.
Shang Ji hated noise and ignored people like him, merely writing "Noted" on their petitions.
Who would have thought that after he killed off a batch of incompetent officials, this little censor would gain the right to attend court? He stormed to the front, looking ready to launch into another scolding.
Shang Ji felt murderous.
Then the little official suddenly lunged into his arms in a panic and took a sword straight to the chest, fainting limply.
His handwriting was awful, but who knew he'd be as pretty as a bird in person?
Shang Ji gave him a squeeze. He was quite soft.
"..."
He was in need of a chirpy, pretty pet. If the little official didn't die, he'd keep him at the manor.
[Notes]
1. The shou is a pure-hearted male college student with a sponge-like personality. In practice, he's soft and easy to bully, full of thoughts like a sponge, and especially prone to crying, at which he's very good. The gong is an unusual, abstract sort of man who's indifferent to whether he lives or dies and consumed by lust for power. He's very strange, and his favorite pastime is toying with ministers and his little sponge.
2. Both are each other's first, one-on-one romance. This is a transition-period sweet romance, with a lighthearted tone.
3. This blurb is provisional and may be adjusted slightly before publication. Originally, I wanted to write about a pure, delicate, skinny, pale male college student who chirps like a little bird, and a great achiever who works tirelessly for his country but is slandered and smeared by the history books.
If this is your kind of story, please add it to your collection, kisses!
Theme: History's judgment of merit and blame rests in people's hearts
