After transmigrating into a book, in the eighth year of a time of turmoil, he thought he would finally have a chance to make his mark.
Shen Yun took one step and immediately felt weak all over...
Am I not even allowed to have a healthy body?!
He had no time to dwell on that question. He had transmigrated into the role of a wicked adviser to the future tyrant, destined to help him do evil and meet a miserable end.
And the tyrant was galloping toward this city at full speed.
Being sickly was one thing, but he absolutely, under no circumstances, could become the tyrant's lackey.
At the city gate, the carriage was forced to stop.
A man surrounded by the stench of blood spoke with a chilling, oppressive force.
"Get out."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Shen Yun coughed uncontrollably in the carriage, wishing the blood-soaked man would get as far away from him as possible.
Once he had caught his breath, Shen Yun's little face was deathly pale. Could this man be the future tyrant?
Then the man said, "I am Yan Heng. Would you be willing to help me, sir? If I one day unite the land, I will make you a noble and a minister."
Shen Yun's eyes widened... It really was Yan Heng. The rumors about his bloodlust were no lie!!!
Still, he struggled to keep the corners of his mouth from rising. His life was already a mess, so becoming a noble and a minister might be worth considering.
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The future tyrant Yan Heng had just finished killing a chicken when the generals pushed him forward to find the legendary Mr. Shen, a master strategist.
At the city gate, Yan Heng stopped the carriage and shouted in desperation.
The person inside began coughing violently.
Yan Heng: Did I scare him because I shouted too loudly?
So frail. It seemed the rumors about his abilities were exaggerated.
Though he had his doubts, he obediently did as his seniors had instructed.
Shen Yun's arrival often made Yan Heng question his life.
The words from that little mouth were coated in poison. They could make his blood boil in an instant, yet he couldn't do a thing about it. A gust of wind could knock Shen Yun over, so Yan Heng couldn't beat or scold him.
Had he found an adviser, or a living father to look after?
They endured each other and tormented each other in equal measure.
Shen Yun proposed rebuilding the city, constructing highways, and opening routes to the Western Regions... He was full of bold ambition in everything he did.
Yan Heng's expression gave nothing away, but the darkness in his eyes grew deeper and deeper.
Everyone knew Yan Heng couldn't stand scholars who talked theory without putting it into practice.
Mr. Shen was a treasure. They feared the mighty king would chop his head off on a whim.
Until Yan Heng was surrounded by enemy troops and his life was uncertain.
Mr. Shen, usually mild-mannered and unhurried, wore a face as cold as water. His gaze was even more frightening than the tyrant's.
He led a team deep into enemy territory alone and brought Yan Heng back.
If anyone asked who was the one person around Yan Heng they should never provoke, they would get the exact same answer from everyone.
"Of course it's Mr. Shen!"
Witty, resourceful, absurdly funny, sickly bottom X future tyrant with overwhelming physical strength top
One-on-one, feelings are mutual. No splitting them up or reversing the pairing.
Theme: The road may be winding, but the future is bright.
