The Sickly Green Tea Beauty Just Wants to Be a Couch Potato (Transmigrated Into a Book)

Original Title: I'm So Tired, I Need My Villainous Big Brother to Hold Me While I Sleep Fu Cheng transmigrated into a political intrigue novel as a breathtakingly beautiful invalid. Rumor had it that he was as slender as a willow, with stunning features. Even the ruthless villain Yu Hanzhou and the power-hungry Crown Prince fought endlessly over him. As a powerful minister and the story's ultimate villain, Yu Hanzhou was despised and cursed by honest officials, feared and supported by corrupt ones, and relied upon by the aging emperor to keep the realm secure. Fu Cheng was the Crown Prince's childhood sweetheart, sent by the prince to Yu Hanzhou's side as a spy. They said Yu Hanzhou fell in love with him at first sight, and even after Fu Cheng betrayed him, he intended to take him to the grave. After the Crown Prince handed him over to Yu Hanzhou, he too pined for him day and night. When Fu Cheng died, he became the one who got away, forever enshrined in the prince's heart. Fu Cheng, doomed to die, said, “But I don't want to do anything.” He was just an ultimate couch potato, a little blanket who simply wanted to lie flat and somehow couldn't die. The Crown Prince wanted him to seduce Yu Hanzhou? He transformed into his true form: a soft, warm little blanket. Every day, he clung to Yu Hanzhou, getting up close and personal with his eight-pack abs and “scraping by” on his yang energy. The Crown Prince wanted him to pass along information. So one day he draped himself around Yu Hanzhou's neck and said, “I'm so tired. Big Brother, hold me while I sleep.” The next day, he fainted in Yu Hanzhou's arms and whimpered, “Big Brother, my chest hurts.” He was practically climbing on Yu Hanzhou's head and ordering him around. The Crown Prince issued his final ultimatum. Fu Cheng casually burned one corner of the note, then deliberately stuffed it under his pillow. That night, Yu Hanzhou clutched the note and pulled the boneless beauty onto his lap. His expression darkened. “You walked right into my trap?” Fu Cheng yawned and dabbed at his tears, acting spoiled. “I'm a spy. That stinking Crown Prince pesters me every day, telling me to do this and that. What gives him the right? How about you just kill me and put an end to all this trouble…” Before he could finish, Yu Hanzhou pulled him into a tight embrace. Rubbing his lower lip, the man warned, “Don't say things you don't mean. I'll send someone to do it for you.” “…” His attempt to get himself killed had failed. Fu Cheng shut his eyes and went to sleep, as laid-back as ever, thinking that sooner or later he'd be forced to die alongside him anyway. But Fu Cheng waited and waited. When the time came for him to be buried with Yu Hanzhou, he discovered… His illness had actually been cured from absorbing Yu Hanzhou's yang energy every day. And now the realm suddenly belonged to the Yu family. He had become the temptress who ensnared the new emperor, hidden away in the imperial palace. Yu Hanzhou guarded him like the apple of his eye, letting no one see him. Want to die alongside him? First, see how long Yu Hanzhou can stay alive. The following is the love interest's perspective No one knew that Yu Hanzhou, who held power over the entire realm, had actually been born into poverty. On a bitterly cold winter's day, the young man had earned top honors in the imperial examinations, only to have someone steal his name once again. After being beaten senseless, he was left in front of the county yamen, forced to watch corrupt officials and their lackeys beat an old passerby to death while no one dared to stand up for justice. That was the first time he truly saw the world for what it was. Late at night, in the endless snow, he was on the verge of freezing to death when a soft, fragrant little dumpling came running from who knew where and dove straight into his arms. Then, as if sneaking around, it turned its little hand into the familiar corner of a blanket and showed it to him, just to prove it could keep him warm. Yu Hanzhou thought at once: What a silly little monster. But if he survived, he would gather that little blanket spirit into his arms and hold it tight in his palm, never again allowing it to run off and warm just anyone. Who could have guessed that when he woke, his arms would be empty? Years later, after he had risen to the rank of chancellor and become the head of the cabinet, he saw the little blanket that had kept him warm as a boy standing beside the Crown Prince… A cool, spoiled invalid beauty and ultimate couch-potato blanket spirit x An ambitious, obsessive, devoted powerful minister Note: [When the love interest was young, the protagonist died and came back to life twice. He is not an ordinary person: he is immortal, ageless, and forever remains in his youthful form.] [Thanks to my dear friend Fox Bu Gui for the cover!] The following is a blurb for an upcoming novel The Thousand-Year-Old Preserved Invalid Beauty in the Museum Is Offering a Huge Reward for a Cage Blurb: How can I make it through this life without coming into contact with humans? An intensely possessive, brooding ghost emperor seme x A frail, scheming beauty uke Qiao Fu had been frail and quiet since childhood, yet his beauty and talent were unrivaled throughout the land. He was the famous pampered invalid beauty of the Li Dynasty, and before reaching adulthood, he was imprisoned deep in the palace by the tyrannical and cruel King Li. The world mourned his fate, but there was nothing anyone could do. When King Li died, Qiao Fu should have been buried with him. The crystal coffin was closed, then opened again, but Qiao Fu had not died. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at a museum thousands of years in the future, becoming a living fossil who had not decayed in a millennium. A delicate beauty without anyone to protect him was naturally coveted. However… On the very first day, the proud disciple of an archaeology professor who tried to touch Qiao Fu came down with a strange illness. Both his hands hurt unbearably. A domineering CEO who wanted to make Qiao Fu a superstar soon found his company beset by one problem after another… After several such incidents, everyone learned that Qiao Fu was off-limits. The people around him always suffered misfortune because of him. Just as he had in his previous life, Qiao Fu found himself a well and was about to climb in and wait to die when a deep, commanding male voice sounded lazily in his mind: “My little empress has learned her lesson. He knows to turn away those unwanted admirers even when no one's watching.” At the familiar sound of that voice, Qiao Fu's blindfolded eyes trembled, and he lowered his head meekly. But the man was still not satisfied. In the darkness, icy fingertips covered his eyes, slowly stroking the red silk over them. An intimate yet dangerous presence drew closer. “Have you missed me?” Qiao Fu stopped trembling. His pretty, usually wooden face flushed faintly, and he gave a little smile as he answered softly, “I have.” Meaning: Even when trapped in desperate circumstances, hold on to hope and keep moving forward.