Reborn as the Regent King's Male Consort

Reborn for revenge x marriage first, love later x two powerful schemers

In his previous life, Xie Yu, the illegitimate son of the Marquis's household, threw himself into a lake to preserve his good name. His soul remained trapped in the world for ten years, watching himself become the laughingstock of the entire capital while his enemies rose to power and enjoyed wealth and glory.

In this life, he put on his own wedding veil, climbed into an ornate bridal sedan, and entered the deathly silent prince's manor, marrying Xiao Zirui, the gravely ill Regent.

Xie Yu: Your Highness, would you like to make a deal with me?

Xiao Zirui: Speak!

Xie Yu: I'll cure your poison, and you wipe out the entire Wuning Marquis household for me.

Xiao Zirui: 0-0!

Later, everyone knew that the paralyzed Regent had miraculously risen to his feet, returned to the northern frontier, and ruthlessly reformed the military and government. He then returned to the capital under the pretext of punishing corrupt officials.

At his side was always Xie Yu, the male consort everyone called a "laughingstock." Once the balance of power was settled, he couldn't wait to make Xie Yu his empress. Instead, he received a divorce agreement.

Xiao Zirui: Is there someone else out there?

Xie Yu: Don't you feel guilty saying that, Your Highness? Miss Cheng has been chasing after you...

There's no quarrel a kiss can't fix. And if there is, kiss him until he passes out!

[Reader's Guide]

A seemingly gentle but actually vengeful and unhinged shou x a seemingly cold-blooded but actually lovesick, reserved gong

Marriage first, love later. A powerful alliance, from partners in a deal to a real married couple. Romance and career are equally important.

Main plot: Rebirth and revenge + court intrigue + frontier warfare

1v1 happy ending. The emperor and empress rule side by side, create a golden age, and are buried together.

The world sees me as a piece on its board, but I insist on playing the game myself. In this life, I won't be a pawn. I'll be the one moving the pieces.

New novel coming soon: At Eight Every Night, the Scholar Comes to My Room for Tutoring

After waking up, eighteen-year-old Ding Yuanbao finds himself in the body of Ding Yuan, the legitimate son of a wealthy merchant in the Great Liang Dynasty.

He now wears a long robe, has passed the scholar's exam, and even has a young noblewoman in the midst of marriage negotiations.

Meanwhile, a stiff, old-fashioned scholar named Ding Yuan has moved into his own body.

The good news: Every night at eight, a mysterious colored-glass cup forces the two of them to connect across space.

The bad news: Ding Yuan's imperial exams and Ding Yuanbao's English proficiency test both fall to two people who are illiterate in the relevant world.

The worse news: How are they supposed to keep this secret from everyone around them?

To stay alive, they sign an agreement with three main rules and N additional clauses:

Don't sabotage each other, protect each other's reputations, and help one another survive in their respective worlds.

Ding Yuanbao grits his teeth and deals with Miss Chen, who looks down on merchants. Ding Yuan is forced to face his modern parents, who keep trying to set him up on dates.

"If you dare marry someone using my body..."

"If you dare pledge yourself to someone using my body..."

They fell silent at the same time, before either could finish the threat.

Ding Yuanbao, staring at the other man wearing his T-shirt: "I'm straight."

Ding Yuan, watching the other man take off his clothes to work out: "I am a man of propriety."

The glass cup: I'm right here watching you two protest too much.

A rebellious, narcissistic modern rich and handsome man (gong) x a refined, reserved, melancholy young master from ancient times (shou)

Reader's Guide:

1. Fictional setting, both transmigrate.

2. The modern and ancient storylines unfold in parallel, with plot and romance equally important.

3. 1v1, both are each other's first and only, happy ending.

Theme: Being reborn isn't about wallowing in hatred. It's about rebuilding your own path and finding your own light amid the ruins.