Is It Wrong for Everyone's Favorite Not to Want Love? [Quick Transmigration]

You transmigrated into a frail, sickly body.

Your breathtaking beauty became a burden.

They wanted you to grovel in the dust and flatter them.

You refused.

And so a new story began:

They learned to die for you.

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Beauty became a blade, and words became weapons.

You were still the same femme fatale,

but this time, it was no longer the beauty who died.

[The Brothers in a Chaotic Age]

Before the city fell, the young lord had a betrothal to his half-brother. Wei Xuan held himself to the rules of propriety.

After the city fell, the enemy who seized it abducted the young lord, yet treated him extremely well. Wei Xuan endured humiliation and survived as a stable hand and servant.

On the day he retook the city, Wei Xuan killed the enemy and asked the young lord, "Are you heartbroken?"

The young lord shook his head.

Perhaps that's for the best, Wei Xuan thought. It seemed that whoever became his husband, he wouldn't care.

So when his half-brother's grand bridal procession arrived outside the city,

Wei Xuan made the young lord go through the wedding rites with him first.

Reader's Notes:

1. The main text is written in third person.

2. The protagonist is somewhat frail and sickly, and beautiful enough to bring ruin. Everyone from emperors and generals to eunuchs and servants becomes infatuated with him. He is exceptionally irresistible, and there will be people competing for him, refusing to yield to one another, and even dying over him.

3. The love interest is split into different incarnations, but this is a one-on-one romance. The Little Apothecary world is quite involved, so feel free to skip it.

★★★ Other Completed Works by the Author ★★★

"How Should a Sickly Heartthrob Reject Love? [Quick Transmigration]"

[The Cult Leader's Favor]

When I knelt before him, I wasn't thinking of humiliation. I just wanted to be closer to him, closer still. This burning yearning scorched my heart until it was dry and hoarse. My whole body was restless and aching, blazing like a great fire, my flesh splitting apart, my skin burning away. Every last strand of hair still left on me screamed: Get closer to him! Get closer to him!

But he merely lay on the couch, utterly unconcerned, occasionally casting me a glance that seemed almost pitying. He was like a lofty, passionless glass statue of a god, unwilling to look down too often lest he sully his eyes.

Hahaha, Great Cult Leader, Lord Pian You! Do you know how many people are praying for you to suffer a cultivation deviation and lose all your martial arts? You know nothing. You just lie there on the couch with an innocent look, carelessly closing those eyes of yours, unwilling even to spare anyone another glance!

Pian You half-opened his eyes and glanced at the Right Protector kneeling obediently at his feet. His expression was calm. Though he didn't understand why the man was so worked up, he had no real interest in finding out and said casually, "You may leave."

Reader's Notes:

1. #Sickly and aloof, breathtakingly beautiful, laid-back heartthrob bottom#

He clearly had the script of a background character destined to be cannon fodder, yet somehow turned it into a story where everyone had unrequited feelings for him. Everyone adored and cherished him, but he considered himself nothing more than an insignificant passerby.

2. The protagonist is somewhat frail and sickly, with a rather lazy disposition and the cheat of peerless beauty. The story leans toward a heartthrob bottom setup.

3. The Fleeting Glimpse arc moves quickly. Skip it if it's not to your taste and go straight to The Cult Leader's Favor arc. Some readers have ended up loving it once they got into it, though. After all that rich fare, here's a light little story for a change~

Theme: Live in the present and cherish every beautiful moment.