After Being Given to the Enemy King

In the second year of Shaoan, the battle-scarred Marquis Jingyuan, Wen Jiu, died of illness, or so Great Yu claimed.

Only a handful of people knew the truth: the Marquis had grown too powerful, provoking the jealousy of his maternal uncle, the regent. He was handed over to the ruler of an enemy nation as a bargaining chip in exchange for a promise of three years of peace.

A frail nobleman now resided in the bedchamber of the Qian emperor.

The tyrant gave a low laugh, tracing the prisoner’s cheek with his fingertip as he held him in his arms.

“Now that you’re in my hands, you don’t get to decide anymore.

“Those two arrows at Longshui all those years ago… How do you plan to repay me?”

*A ruthless, smiling-tiger emperor gong × a composed, gentle, secretly ruthless marquis shou

*A defeated-enemy CG for an enemies-to-lovers story, so the shou is at a disadvantage most of the time. Contains illness and frailty. At its core, this is an unusual sort of pure romance. Read at your own discretion.

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A preview of my next novel! This is what I’ll write next, planned to start in November.

"After My Cover in the Demon Sect Is Blown"

Monsters and demons have always agreed on one thing:

Xie Wangqing, the Demon Sect’s Left Guardian, may seem gentle, but he’s a lunatic capable of anything!

In his tenth year as a spy in the Demon Sect, Xie Wangqing received two pieces of news.

The bad news: his identity as a spy had been exposed.

The good news: for now, only one person knew.

The only person who knew was

“Wangqing, I only keep secrets for my Dao companion,” the demonic cultivator leader Fu Yuming said with a beaming smile. “You know what you have to do, right?”

Fu Yuming had once been Xie Wangqing’s senior fellow disciple.

He was the most dazzling genius of his generation at the Sword Pavilion. As soon as he entered the Dao realm, he single-handedly fought his way through the Demon Domain and slew the Demon King. Then, with a sword that joined heaven and man, he touched the threshold of ascension.

But one day, that bright moon high in the sky fell into demonic ways.

…How had his senior brother become like this?

Xie Wangqing had no idea.

He endured the humiliation, formed a Dao companion pact with Fu Yuming, and shared a bed with him. When the righteous sects launched their assault on the Demon Sect, he planned to seize the chance to run his sword through the demon’s heart.

Then he discovered that Fu Yuming was the deepest undercover agent among the righteous sects.

His death was the final move in Fu Yuming’s scheme.

Xie Wangqing developed a heart demon.

After the Demon Sect was destroyed, he did not return to the Sword Pavilion. Instead, he traveled far and wide to clear his mind.

Along the way, he met a healer.

The healer was perfect in every way and could indeed help suppress his heart demon, though he was a little clingy.

Xie Wangqing never noticed that whenever he was trapped in a nightmare brought on by his heart demon, tossing and turning as he murmured Fu Yuming’s name, the healer watched him with a delighted smile.

When the remnants of the Demon Sect came seeking revenge, Xie Wangqing wanted the healer to abandon him and run. But the supposedly frail healer casually snapped off a bamboo branch, and with a single sword intent, sent the demonic cultivators’ souls flying.

But why was that sword intent exactly like Fu Yuming’s?

Then the healer transformed into Fu Yuming right before his eyes.

Fu Yuming, satisfied after teasing him enough, was just about to get close to his Dao companion when he saw the man point a sword at him, claiming he was the embodiment of a heart demon and must be destroyed.

Fu Yuming pushed aside the blade, his smile turning dangerous.

“, Take another look. Do you know who I am now?”

*A fake demon lord, scheming man with a mischievous streak gong × a seemingly gentle beauty who pretends to be a madman, secretly a ruthless spy shou. The gong is the only one with feelings for the first half and middle of the story. They only become mutual in the latter part.

Theme: Fear nothing.