[Flashy, repressed, and scheming powerbroker top x cool, sharp-tongued beauty and powerbroker bottom]
When Rong Sheng traveled to the capital to take the imperial examinations as a young man, he was set up on the eve of the palace exam and spent the night with a strange man. He left some money afterward and strode away without a care, never expecting his comeuppance to arrive so soon
On the day of the palace exam, the young man named top scholar turned around, and there was that same cool face from the night before, so at odds with what lay beneath the waist.
Two knife-sharp gazes swept over him. Rong Sheng pretended not to notice. After the exam, he learned the man’s home and name from his fellow candidates: Zheng Yanhuan, eldest son of the Xingyang Zheng clan.
A prestigious family could crush a man like Rong Sheng, with no influential family behind him, as easily as an ant.
It was better to settle a feud than deepen it. After the banquet honoring the successful candidates, Rong Sheng went to apologize with a modest gift. “Young Master Zheng, I was the one who got tossed around all night, after all.”
Young Master Zheng politely shut the door in his face. “But I was the one treated like a male courtesan, wasn’t I?”
Rong Sheng: “…”
Later, they both served at court. They often disagreed, and their political views rarely aligned, but Rong Sheng had always felt that Zheng Yanhuan was targeting him to get revenge for that two taels of ‘payment for services.’
A little scene
Years later, at a palace banquet, Rong Sheng accidentally ate a bowl of sweet soup laced with a muscle-relaxing drug. He glanced coolly at the culprit but didn’t expose him. Without a word, he left and leaned weakly against a rockery in the imperial garden, waiting for the drug to wear off.
Through the haze, a hand closed around his waist, and two bodies pressed close together. Hot breath brushed his ear. “One night as husband and wife counts for a hundred days of affection. Why can you go soft and let others off the hook, but you’re so cruel to me?”
The beautiful powerbroker, whose waist was indecently slender, panted and gritted his teeth. “If I were cruel, I’d have cut off that thing between your legs ages ago. Then it wouldn’t have a chance to threaten me now, ”
Wine grows stronger, spring desires stir
tips
1. A dark, melodramatic flavor! Dark and melodramatic!
2. The bottom is adored by everyone but only returns the top’s advances; the bottom is exceptionally skilled at fighting.
3. Insult anyone you like, but don’t insult me.
Theme: Do not say it is too late to enjoy your twilight years
