I'm Not Here to Be Emperor

Gloomy, obsessive, patient, scheming scholar top × innocent, cheerful little prince bottom who grew up away from home

Qi Xi spent his youth listening to music in the pleasure quarters and neglecting his studies. Then his father died, and he set out to take the imperial examinations in the name of revenge. Somehow, through sheer dumb luck, he came third in the palace exam. He thought he’d be able to rise to power and avenge his father, but then he entered the court and thought, damn, are people here really this sinister? Can’t anyone do normal things?

What, my enemy became a Grand Academician?

What, my enemy is this handsome?

What, my enemy has been waiting for me all along?

Qi Xi: P-Pei Yun, what are you waiting for me for?!

Pei Yun: For you to become emperor.

Qi Xi: Aaaaaah! I came here to be an official, not an emperor!

Pei Yun: Be good and do as I say. Don’t you want to be with me? Become emperor, and you can be with me every day.

Qi Xi immediately composes a poem: “I entered the court on a whim, stumbled into the rebels’ lair, and found myself vying for power, vying for power, as a wave of bloodshed arose.”

Reader’s guide: Happy ending.

Handsome top, beautiful bottom; older top.

The ghost’s mind is twisted, and he’s utterly inhuman, but his looks are so stunning that the little bottom still gets completely smitten.

The main story is told in first person. I promise you won’t be pulled out of the story, and I promise it’ll be a good read!

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Inhuman domineering CEO younger brother × gentle older brother who tries to be a decent person

When Qi Ye was eight, he met Cen Zhiheng for the first time.

The fourteen-year-old stood on the stairs, dressed in a white shirt, his expression gentle as he reached out to the prickly little boy who had just been brought home.

“From now on, I’m your big brother.”

“Big brother.” The title felt so unfamiliar. “A home… can I really have a home?”

The rebellious Qi Ye decided to listen for once. He had never wanted to be a person, but for the first time, he wanted to become one.

For the next two years, they shared a room and a cake, and huddled together under one blanket on nights when the power went out. Qi Ye was afraid of thunder, so Cen Zhiheng would stroke his head again and again and say, “Your big brother’s here. Don’t be scared.”

Qi Ye thought, being a person is great. From now on, he wouldn’t be the heartless little wolf everyone called him. He’d be the little brother Cen Zhiheng called him, a real, living person who could be afraid of thunder and ask for comfort.

Until he was ten.

On a stormy night, blood covered the floor, and his adoptive father lay dead in the living room. His gentle older brother knelt in a pool of blood, holding a knife.

And so Qi Ye stopped being a person again.

Qi Ye was sent to another adoptive family.

Well, there he really did stop being a person.

He was heartless. He climbed to the top. No one treated him like a person, and he didn’t treat himself like one either.

Because he was consumed by hate.

He wanted to become a blade and slit Cen Zhiheng’s throat. He wanted to become a fire and burn Cen Zhiheng until nothing was left.

When he heard Cen Zhiheng had been released from prison, he frantically searched for him, only to lose track of him for no apparent reason.

Then, by chance, he discovered Cen Zhiheng had been right there by his side. And so his fire began to burn him without restraint.

Until he burned him badly enough that he fled from Qi Ye’s side.

Cen Zhiheng thought perhaps leaving was the only way for them to be free. It had been true the first time, and it was true again. But Qi Ye, who would always find him no matter what, would prove that his existence was the only reason Cen Zhiheng could keep living.

Theme: People need to understand their purpose in life