The Short-Lived Tyrant Was Fed by Me

College student Leng Yu transmigrates into a book as an assassin. His mission is to kill the tyrant. While scouting the area, he runs into another assassin on the same job. The fellow assassin is a pretty boy, incredibly handsome and frail as can be. Before he can even make a move, he faints, and by sheer bad luck lands right in Leng Yu’s arms. It looks suspiciously like a scam. Leng Yu has no choice but to carry him home. The next day, the tyrant vanishes. Word is, bandits have kidnapped him. * The pretty boy who pulled that stunt is too sick to get out of bed, and has no family, friends, or place to go. Leng Yu has only two options: kill him or take care of him. For the sake of a fellow assassin, Leng Yu decides to spare his life and look after him for now. But this guy is so hard to care for. A gust of wind makes him cough; the slightest movement leaves him panting. His food has to be warm, his medicine given on time, and if anything goes wrong, he faints right in front of Leng Yu. And he’s expensive, too. Leng Yu can’t earn money as fast as he spends it. Leng Yu gets fed up and wants to dump him. But the guy may be frail and wasteful, yet he’s so beautiful that Leng Yu can’t quite bring himself to do it. So Leng Yu simply marries him. Once he’s his wife, Leng Yu finds the motivation to take care of him. He tends to him with meticulous care at every turn, and soon the man is hale, hearty, and full of vigor. * With the tyrant missing, the assassination job has to be put on hold. But the book says the tyrant is mentally ill, and will later be unable to eat or sleep, eventually bringing about his own death. He dies at just twenty-five, and by Leng Yu’s calculations, that day is close. On the tyrant’s twenty-fifth birthday, Leng Yu gets ghost money ready and waits for the state funeral, intending to send him on his way. But the news comes the next day: the tyrant hasn’t died. He’s completely recovered, and can eat five bowls of rice in one sitting. Leng Yu is stunned. Who gave the tyrant an extra-life mode??? The assassination job goes back on the agenda. After learning that the tyrant likes men, Leng Yu decides to seduce him. He hides a deadly poison needle in his hair and is carried into the tyrant’s bedchamber, wrapped in a blanket. The blanket is pulled back. Leng Yu sees the man standing by the bed with his hands behind his back, and his eyes practically leap out of his head. Isn’t this the delicate little flower he’s been taking care of? The tyrant, now strong and healthy thanks to Leng Yu, looms over him and grips his chin. “The imperial physician once said I wouldn’t live past twenty-five. Now he says I could make it to a hundred and five. You’ve done a great service. Tell me, what reward do you want?” Leng Yu: “?” In his panic, Leng Yu sits right on top of the poison needle... That night, Leng Yu lies face down on the imperial bed while someone urgently sucks the poison from his wound... Little scene: The emperor goes missing, and the palace sends out people from every department to search for him. They find him in the marketplace, selling grilled skewers at a street stall. The emperor wears rough homespun clothes and stands behind the grill, his face blank. The young, handsome stall owner kicks the emperor in the leg and scolds him. “Why are you just standing there? Call out to customers! Are you waiting for them to come eat?” The imperial guards draw their swords in unison, ready to cut down the audacious kidnapper. But their violent and cold-blooded emperor, who suffers from severe mental illness, steps in front of them and forces a stiff, sinister smile. “Would you like to order, honored customers? Please, have a seat.” The guards’ legs give out, and they collapse onto stools. The emperor personally serves them a plate of skewers and charges them two taels of silver. What a crook. The emperor hands the two taels to the stall owner. His expression changes in an instant, and he smiles as he gives the emperor’s terrifying cheek a hard pinch. “I’ll treat you to a feast tonight as a reward.” The emperor snorts. “You’d better.” The guards: “?” Your Majesty, what happened to you? You’re not going to cut off his head? Theme: Life is a small boat, and ideals are the sails that carry it far