Xie Shaoyin transmigrated.
The good news: she was a princess and had no shortage of food or drink.
The bad news: the dynasty was nearing its end, and rebellions were breaking out everywhere.
But whatever. What did any of that have to do with a laid-back princess like her?
She ran a little workshop and kept a tight hold on her savings. Apart from the occasional annoying relative showing up to mooch, life was pleasant and comfortable.
Then a man fell into her courtyard.
He was handsome, well-read, and considerate: practically a heavenly gift of a snail gentleman.
As the capital grew ever livelier, Xie Shaoyin found it too noisy. So she packed up and headed to her fief with her lovely companion.
A peaceful retirement, living off the fat of the land, here she comes!
Until one day,
she sleepily saw the snail gentleman from her estate standing by her bed, holding a bright yellow robe, while all the civil and military officials waited eagerly behind him.
“Your Majesty, it’s cold. Please put on something warmer.”
Xie Shaoyin: “Huh?”
Wait, how did I wake up as the emperor? This isn’t how the story’s supposed to go!
Under the court’s harsh policies, Yun Jichuan spent night after night fleeing for his life and resolved to rebel.
He used his beauty to seduce women and his talent to beguile men.
He stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.
Unfortunately, one misstep
The man he’d tried to lure with his talents was taken with his looks instead, and presented him as a gift
to a greedy, lecherous, useless princess.
He decided to turn the tables and deliberately seduce her.
He helped the princess compile books, review memorials, and talk through her troubles…
He worked like an ox for her, day and night.
What?
This wasn’t right.
He was supposed to be starting a rebellion, so why was he working for someone for free?
But this princess
though she loved money above all else, she spent lavishly on clinics and schools;
though she was a shameless flirt, she kept herself in check;
though she hobnobbed with the powerful, she repeatedly rescued the old and young from danger.
She was the only light in this chaotic age.
Fine. Whose rebellion you help hardly matters, as long as you’re rebelling, right?
So, on that day, he overruled all objections
and gently brushed his fingers over the princess’s picture-perfect brows.
“Your Highness, just keep climbing higher.”
“I’ll take care of everything.”
Notes:
1. The heroine is a flirt. The hero had to fight and compete to become the male lead.
2. If anything makes you uncomfortable while reading, please stop.
3. Please keep your comments civil and kind.
Premise: When poor, cultivate yourself alone; when prosperous, help the world
Come on, come on, the male protagonist has finally given up the dark side and turned to the light. I hope the author can describe the appearance of the male protagonist more.
Come on, author, your writing is very good.
Come on, author! Is the author a small account? His writing style is very mature and smooth.