[About 100,000 words in total, manuscript complete. New chapters daily once it starts ˶･֊･˶]
[Also titled "Yan Ping Le"]
[Important: Both leads are virgins! Both are each other's first!]
Xie Minqiu, the famously idle Prince of Ning, lived by one principle: slack off.
Ever since his imperial brother "exiled" him to Jiangnan, he had enjoyed a happy life of clocking in for work [crossed out], devoting himself to writing poetry [crossed out], and making snarky comments from afar [crossed out, wait, keep that one].
Everyone in court knew that His Highness Prince Lin sent "love poems" to Chang'an punctually every month. Every word was tearstained, every line full of sorrow. He was regarded as the greatest neglected husband in the palace in all of Ning.
Our Prince Lin, Xie Minqiu, had this to say:
Work? Just make a show of it~
Life? Just annoy my brother~
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Xie Linzhao, the undisputed champion of the Ning workaholics, the strictest father of corrupt officials, and the ultimate boss of the gaming world.
Xie Minqiu had this to say again: There's not enough room for all these people here.
You asked how Xie Linzhao reacted to Xie Minqiu's poems? He read them and didn't reply.
Xie Minqiu: Great, you've got my attention, man [crossed out]. Next month's poems will be twice as long!
As the most overworked man in Ning, Xie Linzhao exhausted himself planning and calculating everything. He got up at three in the morning and went to bed at nine at night, nearly the perfect model of an enlightened ruler throughout history. Even in the end, he died on horseback.
Xie Minqiu: Don't leave me all alone (bites handkerchief.jpg)
[Reader's Guide]
1. The top is older, with an age gap of six years.
2. The top has a political marriage (he has an empress).
3. Both are virgins! Both are virgins!! Both are virgins!!! (Important enough to say three times.)
4. This is not a political intrigue story. Everything serves the romance between the two.
5. My tastes are admittedly a little vulgar. If that bothers you, don't read.
Theme: If there's a flower to pluck, pluck it now. Don't wait until there are no flowers left to break off.
