A sadistic CEO is reborn in ancient times and takes up raising a child, only to turn a refined, unfortunate prince into an even more twisted creature than himself. In the end, the CEO doesn't cry himself to death. He enjoys himself to death.
"Your Majesty, want to get together?"
"Uncle, no thanks!"
At court, he is the son the emperor is proudest of, and the hope of the Yan Kingdom in the eyes of its ministers.
After court, he is master to an entourage of eunuchs and palace maids.
At the sacrificial rites, he is the people's heaven.
And when we walk down the street together, dressed in a graceful, dashing purple robe, a gold-painted paper fan in hand, his hair half loose and half tied back, he becomes the dream lover of countless sheltered young ladies in the blink of an eye.
But when he's in my arms, he only needs to be a good boy and be Yan Tang.
by a certain domineering CEO
Once content with having little status and no say, he developed the audacity to challenge the gods because of him.
by a certain twisted emperor
Reader advisory:
It's set in ancient times, so chastity must matter. A golden finger is a must, and a happy ending is essential too.
