Steal a Fallen Crown Prince Home and Tease Him

Sata Meli, the only son of a North American financial tycoon, owns two private hangars guarded by U.S. troops and three royal cruise ships that operate around the clock. Even while he sleeps, money keeps rolling in nonstop.

He loves the thrill of danger: bungee jumping, boxing... He'll do anything that could get him killed. To him, being alive is boring.

At the celebration party after a boxing match, a friend recommended a hit Chinese palace drama.

As usual, Sata watched at triple speed and skipped ahead, until the exiled crown prince appeared on screen. His eyes narrowed at once.

He accidentally stayed up all night, and just before falling into a deep sleep, Sata was still thinking:

...If he were there, he'd never let that poor crown prince suffer.

When he opened his eyes, the luxurious bedroom had become a woodshed.

Sata lay across a pair of pale legs, and a weary voice came from above him. "Are you from the Northern Kingdom? If you're here to use me, then hurry up and get it over with, then get out."

Sata stared at the breathtaking face above him and figured out the situation in half a minute: he'd transmigrated. He'd met the real crown prince. But the prince's legs were crippled, and he was being held in a woodshed to be abused. And Sata? He was a prince from an enemy nation, here to watch the fun.

Sata: "..."

A disastrous start.

Shen Shuzhou couldn't describe the disgust he felt at waking to find someone lying across his legs. The man had blond hair and wore a black tank top and shorts, dressed in a bizarre, utterly incongruous way.

The man sat there dazed for a moment, then suddenly bolted out of the woodshed as if he were having a fit. Not long afterward, he came rushing back, drenched in sweat, and pulled Shen Shuzhou into his arms, muttering in some foreign language: "Sweetie, I'll help you restore your country!"

He looked as if he were thrilled beyond words.

Then, switching to awkward Chinese, he asked cautiously:

"By the way, is it really okay to use you?"

*

Sata rescued Shen Shuzhou from the palace and settled him in a remote mountain range, drilling soldiers and training horses every day.

Pursuers often attacked, and Sata killed every last one of them.

One day, after driving off more than a thousand men, Sata collapsed on the ground, his head bloodied. Before his subordinates could help him up, he suddenly sat upright and asked, "Is today the fifteenth?"

Sata: "Carry me back at once. It's the only day of the month I get to attend class. I've been holding back for thirty nights and days, and I have to feed it all to my baby so he can build up his strength."

On the way back, Sata insisted on buying a few throat lozenges. He said his injured baby had a bad leg and, lately, he'd had to carry him to the chamber pot.

He could close his eyes to spare his baby's dignity, but he couldn't cover his ears. And Shen Shuzhou, furious with embarrassment, would keep cursing him to cover up the sound of him peeing.

Sata worried that if Shen Shuzhou cursed too much, his throat would hurt.

Of course, as soon as they got back, Shen Shuzhou pushed all the lozenges away.

There were too many unknown dangers in the mountains. Shen Shuzhou told him he'd decided to buy a wolf and keep it outside the tent for protection.

Sata shook his head. "No need. Don't you already have a wolf? Don't be so greedy."

Shen Shuzhou: "Where?"

"Right here." Sata pointed at himself. "A fierce, lecherous wolf."

Shen Shuzhou: "...Get lost."

Sata thought Shen Shuzhou would really live to see him restore his kingdom.

But the night ten thousand hidden guards surrounded the mountains, and an arrow pierced Sata's chest as they rescued Shen Shuzhou, Sata realized how naive he'd been.

Sata lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing, and clutched Shen Shuzhou's leg, begging him not to leave.

On horseback, Shen Shuzhou's calm face was obscured by wind and rain. After a long silence, he reached down and slowly pried Sata's fingers away, one by one.

With the crack of a whip, Shen Shuzhou rode away, leaving behind Sata, whose eyes blazed with madness and hatred as tears fell one after another

*

Two years later.

Sata, who had escaped death, had made himself king of the grasslands. Everyone feared him.

One day, Sata returned to his camp with thirty thousand elite soldiers and came across two people blocking the road. They watched their king's face suddenly change, his gaze trembling, dark, and grim.

The two people were one big and one small. The bigger one lay there, impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive. The smaller one rubbed his eyes hard, sobbing uncontrollably. The moment he saw Sata, he rushed over. "Big brother is dying. Please save him. Big brother said you often tell him to apply it externally."

"Go save your topical medicine!"

Sata: "..."

*Size difference, single-couple pairing, happy ending

Theme: World peace