After Being Given to the Enemy King

In the second year of Shao'an, the celebrated Marquis of Jingyuan, Wen Jiu, died of illness. At least, that was what the Great Yu claimed. Only a handful of people knew the truth: the marquis's achievements had eclipsed his sovereign, and his uncle, the regent, feared him. He had been handed over to the ruler of an enemy state as a bargaining chip in exchange for a promise of three years of peace. A frail nobleman now resided in the bedchamber of the Emperor of Qian. The tyrant chuckled softly, tracing the prisoner's cheek with one fingertip as he drew him into his arms. “Now that you're in my hands, you don't get to decide what happens to you. “Those two arrows at Longshui all those years ago... How do you plan to repay me?” ＊ A ruthless, smiling tiger of an emperor gong × a calm, gentle, sweet-on-the-outside-but-dark-on-the-inside marquis shou ＊ An enemies-to-lovers story with a defeated-capture CG, so the shou is at a disadvantage most of the time. Contains sickly-character elements. At its core, it's an odd-flavored pure-love story. Read at your own risk. Coming soon, please add it to your reading list! This is my next book, planned to launch in November. Please bookmark it qwq 《After My Cover in the Demon Sect Is Blown》 Demons and monsters have always agreed on one thing. The Demon Sect's Left Protector, Xie Wangqing, seems gentle, but he's actually a lunatic who'll do anything! In his tenth year undercover in the Demon Sect, Xie Wangqing received two pieces of news. The bad news: his identity as a mole had been exposed. The good news: for now, only one person knew. The catch was that this one person was... “Wangqing, I only keep secrets for my cultivation partner,” said Fu Yuming, the demonic cultivator leader, with a beaming smile. “You know what you have to do, don't you?” Fu Yuming used to be Xie Wangqing's senior brother. He was the most dazzling genius of his generation in the Sword Pavilion. As soon as he entered the Dao realm, he fought his way through the Demon Domain alone, slaying the Demon King. Then, with a single sword strike that brought Heaven and Man into harmony, he touched the threshold of ascension. But one day, this bright moon hanging high in the sky fell into demonic ways. ...Xie Wangqing had no idea how his senior brother had ended up like this. He endured humiliation and entered into a cultivation-partner contract with Fu Yuming, sharing a bed with him. When the righteous sects launched their siege on the Demon Sect, he would seize the chance to run his sword through the demon's heart. Then he discovered that Fu Yuming was the deepest-covering mole among the righteous. His death was the final move in Fu Yuming's plan. Xie Wangqing developed a heart demon. After the Demon Sect fell, he did not return to the Sword Pavilion. Instead, he traveled the land to clear his head. On his travels, he met a healer. The healer was wonderful in every way and could indeed help suppress his heart demon. He was just a little clingy. Xie Wangqing never noticed that whenever he was trapped in the nightmare of his heart demon, tossing and turning as he murmured Fu Yuming's name, the other man watched him with a delighted smile. When remnants of the Demon Sect came looking for revenge, Xie Wangqing meant to tell the healer to leave him behind and save himself. But then he saw the supposedly frail healer casually snap off a bamboo branch and use a sword intent to obliterate the demonic cultivators. But why was that sword intent exactly like Fu Yuming's? Then, right before his eyes, the healer transformed into Fu Yuming. Having teased Xie Wangqing enough, Fu Yuming was thoroughly satisfied. He was just about to enjoy some intimate time with his cultivation partner when he saw the man draw his sword on him, claiming he was a manifestation of the heart demon and must be destroyed. Fu Yuming pushed the sword aside and smiled dangerously. “Take another look. Do you know who I am now?” ＊ A scheming man pretending to be a demon lord, a wickedly playful sect master gong × a gentle beauty pretending to be a madman, a secretly unhinged undercover shou. The gong has one-sided feelings for the shou through the early and middle parts of the story; their feelings only become mutual later. Theme: Fear nothing.