The Pretty, Sickly Straight Guy Clings to His Medicine-Obsessed Traditionalist Sugar Daddy

[A feudal patriarch, a nonhuman top-ranking power × a sickly, straight man with a strong will to survive and plenty of schemes] [Main story complete, one-on-one romance, both leads sexually inexperienced, happy ending] One-sentence summary: Wasn’t I the most capable, brilliant, and historically knowledgeable strategist in the Imperial Preceptor’s service? Why is everyone outside saying the Imperial Preceptor took in a sickly, beautiful male concubine who’s jealous and manipulative? Is this really the right script? You Shao was terminally ill. When he closed his eyes, he found himself transmigrated into a strange and unknown dynasty. Here, people who couldn’t obtain the Imperial Preceptor’s elixir would not live past twenty-five. Everyone’s chance of survival lay entirely in the Imperial Preceptor’s hands. You Shao was suspicious. Wasn’t this stuff dangerously high in heavy metals? He swallowed the dark pill, and his illness really did improve by half! Desperate for a chance to live, he went to the gates of the duke’s residence and knelt down to apply for a job. But then he suddenly suffered an attack and fainted. Rumor had it that a beautiful man in white, coughing blood and feigning weakness, had used his wiles to get himself carried into the duke’s residence. * After landing the job, You Shao discovered that his feudal boss was surprisingly protective. When the boss’s younger brother threw a tantrum and injured him, the very next day he was sent off to study proper etiquette and never dared cross the line again. At the sacrificial ceremony, a spy shoved You Shao in front of a blade to use him as a shield. The emperor ordered him beheaded, then suddenly coughed blood and died. You Shao was a grateful and obedient employee. He went along with every request and worked hard to make himself indispensable. It wasn’t until the Imperial Preceptor kissed him and they tangled together that he realized the rumors were true. He was the Imperial Preceptor’s male concubine, kept in his residence. Aw… but it really felt good. The new emperor issued an order appointing him to an official post in the south. Not wanting to cause the Imperial Preceptor trouble, You Shao resigned of his own accord. The Imperial Preceptor gazed at him tenderly. “You are my wife. All I want is for you to be safe.” You Shao was moved to tears, thinking only of returning home as soon as his term of office was over. He had no idea that countless hidden guards were following his carriage south. A thick black fog would come from a thousand miles away, envelop him at night, and watch him. * For a time, You Shao thought his position was a job for life. Until the night he accidentally trespassed into a forbidden place. A wicked god sat in silence atop an altar. The pill furnace still bore traces of human pills being refined. You Shao’s heart turned cold. Under cover of night, he fled back to the modern world, faking his death. In the night, the black fog wrapped tightly around his body. A familiar voice sounded low and heavy. “My wife.” * The Imperial Preceptor looked at his sleeping, sickly, beautiful wife in his arms, his expression tranquil. To him, his wife was still young and overly playful. He was simply letting him indulge himself a little. His wife was timid; he shouldn’t have to learn what a cage was. He liked his wife’s innocence better. Reader’s guide: 1. The elixir is inspired by the Five Minerals Powder. In the story, it is comparable to an aphrodisiac, but it doesn’t affect one’s mind and is used for bedroom fun. 2. This is very feudal and very patriarchal. Attentive, devoted care comes before lust. The power imbalance is extreme at the beginning! This is an extremely feudal society! If you can make allowances for a nonhuman, sexually abstinent top who has abstained for a thousand years, he will go through a long road of redemption to win his wife back ^_^ 3. The recipient is a horny straight man. As long as it feels good, he doesn’t care about anything else. Spoiled-wife warning! 4. There is more to the fake-death plot, and it relates to the male lead’s identity. I won’t reveal it in the blurb for now. The key point is that he is nonhuman, nonhuman, emphasized: his thinking differs from that of humans. +++++++++ A recommendation from the author’s page: the historical danmei novel “Pretending to Be the Tyrant’s Younger Brother, Moonlighting as a Deity” Mad tyrant seme × pampered fake-deity uke Su Qingyan transmigrated into a book and became Xiao Jinxuan, the tyrant’s long-lost younger brother. He just made that part up. The pampered little weakling coughed for ages whenever the wind blew. When he ran into the tyrant, the first thing he said was, “Brother, I’m your most beloved Fifth Brother.” The tyrant said nothing. He simply reached out and helped him up. Su Qingyan began pretending to be a divine being, making one accurate prophecy after another, all thanks to having read the original novel. The tyrant had just executed a traitor in the army. Wiping the blood from his sword, he asked with a smile, “Does my younger brother have another divine revelation?” Su Qingyan trembled. “There will be a heavy storm in three days. You shouldn’t march.” Sure enough, a torrential downpour flooded the city and washed away the bridge they would have had to cross. Xiao Jinxuan pulled him into his arms and tucked a hand warmer against him. “A divine body cannot withstand the dust of the mortal world. Don’t catch a chill, little brother.” Su Qingyan fell asleep, satisfied. Heh heh, I’ve got my powerful backer secured now. * From the very first glance, Xiao Jinxuan knew this younger brother was fake. But there was something charming about watching the frail, pitiful little liar put on such a clumsy act in front of him. Until the day of an assassination attempt, when his fake younger brother took a blade for him. Even in pain and shedding tears, he kept buttering him up. “Brother, you’re blessed with great fortune. You’re a wise ruler who will save the people from suffering. I took this calamity for you.” For the first time, Xiao Jinxuan thought: He is a deity who descended into the mortal world for me. He is my own brother, bound to me by blood. He soothed and comforted him, then kissed his bleeding shoulder. “From now on, I’ll keep you safe.” * Su Qingyan monopolized the tyrant’s affection and even forbade him from marrying a daughter of the former royal family, claiming it would “harm the fortune of the new dynasty.” In reality: Boo-hoo, I’ve stolen all her scenes. If she shows up, I’m doomed. The tyrant fed him grapes and affectionately wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth. “Fine. You’re all I need.” Late at night, the tyrant pinned the “deity” he had raised with his own hands to the bed. His voice was hoarse. “Be good and help your big brother.” The “deity’s” eyes turned red. “Brother, you’re desecrating a god!” Still, he obediently let him have his way. His eyes shimmered with tears, and his moans sounded like a cat’s mew. As long as his brother doted on him, he was willing to do anything. He didn’t want anything to come between them. * The historical records state: Every time King Xiao conquered a city, he let his younger brother preach and distribute aid to the people, offering relief to displaced refugees. Wherever they went, the people were grateful for his benevolence and set up shrines to the Immortal Venerable Su Qing, where the incense never ceased to burn. “I don’t believe in gods or Buddhas, but I know that you are a deity meant for me alone.” Blurb written on April 12, 2026 Theme: There’s always another village beyond the darkened willows and bright flowers. Never give up