Who Would Keep Their Archnemesis as a Caged Bird?

[Brooding, patriarchal, feudal-era ghost of a man, a former court minister turned emperor seme vs. a natural flirt with the temperament of a black drongo, a wooden-headed, straightforward general uke]

Jiang Chiyuan was reborn, returning to the day he first met Xie Chengge at Qingyun Academy, the day his life began to change dramatically.

A month later, the academy held its annual examination.

In front of a crowd, Jiang Chiyuan was identified as the fake young master, while the real young master, Xie Chengge, was acknowledged by his birth family on the spot.

Everyone said Jiang Chiyuan couldn't accept his fall from grace, so he schemed and set traps at every turn, hoping to regain a foothold at court by relying on the Jiang family's influence. But in the end...

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Xie Chengge walked in from outside, the soft light illuminating his features.

Jiang Chiyuan gave him a cold sidelong glance. A flash of golden light appeared before his eyes, and a heavenly book titled "The History of Yong and Liang: Notes on Reading History in Later Generations" appeared before him.

Before he could react, the book turned its pages on its own.

# Now appearing: Xie Chengge, the pillar of the late Yong dynasty, the strictest father in Shuofang, Emperor Chengping's only fully maxed-out SSR, a solo-queue god-tier carry, the last spark of Liang-Yong's spirit

# The fall of Shuofang proves one thing yet again: don't mess with widowers!

# Jiang Chiyuan, do you know how hot your wife is? 😍👅

# Salute to the legendary widower Xie Chengge, who single-handedly won the Great Yong dynasty another twenty years

Jiang Chiyuan: "?"

Who? Xie Chengge, my wife?

Reader's guide: See the note on my profile.

1. The seme has memories of his previous life from the start; the uke gradually regains his memories of it.

2. The seme is pretty uncouth and has no morals. The uke is a gentleman by nature, but will be led a little astray.

3. Their new life after being reborn will change how things unfolded in their previous life, and will affect later generations.

4. "The History of Yong and Liang: Notes on Reading History in Later Generations" is like a complete collection of unofficial and official histories from later generations. It supports the plot and romance, makes up 20% of the full story, and every appearance is a highlight.

The heavenly book serves as a spoiler, clearing the mist to reveal the moon. ⚠️ The romance makes up 40% in the early and middle portions, and 70% in the later portion. ❗

5. Set in a fictional dynasty. Please don't offer writing advice as a "historian."

6. Jiang Chiyuan has final say on all matters of worldbuilding.

Coming soon: "When Will I Finally Take the Throne?"

[Green-tea, sweet on the surface but dark underneath, a laid-back emperor seme with a strong desire to be the one and only vs. a rebellious, unruly regent uke who is a traitor to the throne]

When I was eleven, I was an unfavored prince, and Wen Tinglin was my study companion.

When I was sixteen, I was in Yecheng, while Wen Tinglin was in the northern deserts.

Later, when I was twenty-one, Wen Tinglin raised an army and marched south, breaking through the imperial city. He walked toward me, the tips of his twin crescent spears scraping the ground and leaving a trail of bright red blood.

He had always been beautiful, with an exquisitely bewitching face. Even with frost in his expression and blood on his clothes, nothing could diminish his stunning beauty.

There were hardly any members of the royal family left. I didn't dare presume we were close, so I shut my eyes and waited for a swift end. With a clear clang, the twin crescent spears struck the ground. Wen Tinglin bowed at my feet, his voice just as it had been years ago: "Your subject pays his respects to the new emperor."

I froze, then opened my eyes and saw the ministers hurrying over behind him, along with my crown prince brother's hateful gaze.

Amid the cries of "Long live the emperor" and the sound of people kneeling, all I heard was Wen Tinglin saying, "Don't be afraid. Your big brother is here."

Later, on his wedding day, I brought people to steal him away. Wen Tinglin left with me without a moment's hesitation. That night, beneath warm red candles and in the softness of our wedding bed, I held his trembling back and murmured tenderly, "Don't be afraid, big brother. I'm here."

Theme: Spring lingers beneath the green curtains and silver lamps. Remember when we first met.