Three Powerhouses Are Fighting to Be My Protector

Zhou Yuan woke up to find himself transmigrated into the body of the unfavored Seventh Prince.

He only wanted to keep his head down and stay alive. Who would have thought that at a palace banquet, Pei Changyuan, the prince with a different surname, would corner him in a covered walkway; Xie Jiuchuan, the cold-faced Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, would seize his wrist; and Yin Xuelou, the imperial merchant, would block his last escape route with a beaming smile?

The three of them looked at him with burning, restrained gazes, as though he were their runaway wife.

Pei Changyuan lowered his head and brushed it against Zhou Yuan's hair. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Your Highness, do you still remember us?"

Zhou Yuan was utterly bewildered. Have we met?

Before he could say it aloud, they took him back to his chambers.

That night, he was trapped in the brocade bedding and tormented until even his sobs came in broken gasps.

Pei Changyuan insisted on sleeping pressed against him. Xie Jiuchuan's cold fingers stroked inch by inch down his back, while Yin Xuelou kissed his fingertips and coaxed him tenderly to go one more time.

The three took turns finding new ways to torment him, and he couldn't get out of bed for three days.

Zhou Yuan curled up amid the disheveled bedding, aching all over and barely conscious.

He had no idea how he had offended these three living demons.

Then he opened his bleary eyes and saw Pei Changyuan holding him contentedly. A pair of fluffy calico-cat ears had appeared on his head.

Xie Jiuchuan flicked his tail impatiently, his snowy-white serpent tail wrapped around Zhou Yuan's ankle.

Yin Xuelou's eyes had turned red. He tilted his head at Zhou Yuan and chirped, "Tweet."

Zhou Yuan's eyes widened in shock. Weren't these the three little tyrants he had raised before he transmigrated?

Only then did he realize that the calico cat, white snake, and black-winged kite he had raised before he transmigrated had come with him, and had all become powerful figures who held sway over the court.

Zhou Yuan took another look. The possessiveness in the eyes of those three beasts was practically overflowing.

When Zhou Yuan couldn't take any more and tried to run, they dragged him back into the brocade bedding.

"Your Highness, it's still early."

"If we do it one more time, we'll help Your Highness ascend the throne. How about it?"

A spoiled, sickly beauty bottom x an unruly, clingy top + a lovesick, gloomy, devoted-dog top + a mature, restrained, fatherly top

Theme: Good people get what they deserve.