Why Is Your Highness So Flustered?

In the twenty-third year of the Xuanqing reign, the Crown Prince died of illness, and the capital was thrown into turmoil.

Although Shen Chiyi had transmigrated into a book, he was only a minor character at the edge of the plot, a useless young lord with no part in the struggle for imperial power.

On the surface, he kept up the act of a sickly fool. In truth, he concealed his identity and went sightseeing in Jiangnan, where a chance encounter brought him to a fallen young nobleman.

The young nobleman was refined and scholarly, graceful and handsome, gentle and courteous. He was also injured and blind, making him utterly pitiable.

Shen Chiyi fell for him at first sight, seduced by his looks, and won him over.

Just as his lover’s eyesight was about to recover, Shen Chiyi left without ever letting him see his face.

He disappeared without a word, becoming a heartless scoundrel who had seduced and abandoned him.

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Not long afterward, an imperial decree suddenly arrived before Shen Chiyi.

The capital’s political landscape had changed overnight. Several princes had been deposed or killed, not one escaping unscathed.

The emperor was old, so he had to choose a new Crown Prince from among the princes of the imperial clan, someone capable of shouldering the responsibility.

That meant him.

Shen Chiyi: “...”

Me?

Capable of shouldering responsibility?

Can’t you see that my original character is a sickly fool???

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And just like that, a spoiled young lord became heir to the empire.

The new Crown Prince was frail and chronically ill. The Eastern Palace had few supporters, while officials and nobles all had their own agendas. He was surrounded by hungry wolves and faced danger at every turn.

But none of that was the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part was that, inside the palace, he spotted the fallen young nobleman he had seduced and abandoned.

The man’s eyesight had fully recovered. He stood atop the long steps, eyes lowered, his expression cold.

The attendant beside him introduced the man: “Your Highness, that is Lord Lou Qingshuang.”

“...?”

Who?

Lou Qingshuang, who by the end of the original story had risen to the highest ranks of the court while still young?

The political mastermind of the entire story, the ruthless man who held the court in his grasp, helped three puppet emperors ascend the throne, then killed every one of them??

Ha.

He had just seduced the man, then dumped him.

If he was recognized, he was done for.

The young powerful minister’s gaze shifted as he studied Shen Chiyi. His question was impossible to read: “Has Your Highness ever been to Jiangnan?”

Shen Chiyi, inwardly panicking as he plotted to fake his death and escape, replied, “No. Impossible. I’ve never been there in my life.”

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"Young Lord, Hold On"

Wen Zezhou had served as a royal shadow guard for over a decade, passing through countless life-and-death situations and witnessing secrets unknown to the world.

The last secret he learned was the truth about his own origins.

The only son of the Marquis of Wu’an had gone missing as a child. For years, the marquis’s household had publicly claimed that their young lord was bedridden with illness while secretly searching for him. At last, they found Wen Zezhou.

Wen Zezhou accepted the token proving his identity, then faked his death and escaped amid the chaos.

From then on, the palace was without its all-capable shadow guard, while the marquis’s household gained a sickly young lord.

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After the young lord of the Marquis of Wu’an “recovered from a serious illness,” the emperor granted him a favor and appointed Wen Zezhou to an official post.

But Wen Zezhou had spent half his life fighting and killing. He no longer wanted a bright future in the court, only to live as an untroubled, carefree young lord.

After careful consideration, he chose the most leisurely official post he could find. His immediate superior was the notoriously useless Ninth Prince, Li Langxiao, making it the perfect place to coast through life.

He hadn’t been coasting for long when he realized that every colleague serving under Li Langxiao was more secretive than the last.

And the Ninth Prince, rumored to be good for nothing, had been plotting in secret for years. Lying low amid the turbulent court, he was ambitious and intent on claiming the throne.

Wen Zezhou feared losing his peaceful life. He pretended to know nothing and did his best to avoid the group whenever they discussed matters.

But the more he tried to stay away, the closer he found himself getting to Li Langxiao.

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Li Langxiao had assumed that the frail young lord of the Marquis of Wu’an had some ulterior motive for suddenly working under him.

So he took Wen Zezhou everywhere, keeping him close for observation.

But as he watched him, Li Langxiao himself became the one with ulterior motives.

He even kept Wen Zezhou by his side, protecting him.

Then one day, they were caught in a dangerous situation together. Li Langxiao ordered his guards to cover Wen Zezhou’s escape first.

But the supposedly frail young lord of the Marquis of Wu’an turned and charged at their pursuers.

The guard cried out in alarm, “Young Lord, hold on...!”

Instead, he watched as the young lord snatched a sword and coldly ran it through the pursuer’s throat.

“...Maybe kill them a little more slowly.”

“...?”

Another historical BL novel coming soon: "The Rest of My Life, Entrusted to Rivers and Seas"

In the first year of the Shenghe reign, the new emperor ascended the throne.

The court was waiting to be rebuilt, while the martial world thrived.

At barely eighteen, Jiang Shiyu rode alone into battle against the ten highest-ranked martial artists, defeating them single-handedly and reshaping the martial world. One battle was all it took to claim the top spot on the masters’ rankings.

Afterward, he revived his master’s sect, upheld justice, and became famous throughout the martial world.

He reached the summit while still young, unmatched in brilliance.

Everyone thought he would reign supreme in the martial world for decades. Only Jiang Shiyu knew that he had a terminal illness and little time left.

Now that he had fulfilled his long-held wish, he left a letter entrusting everything to the junior brother who had grown up by his side. Then he disappeared without a word, intending to wander the martial world alone with nothing but a sword and white robes, living freely like a cloud or a wild crane until the end of his days.

But he had barely begun to enjoy his remaining time when a small mishap occurred.

His junior brother found him with ease and brought him back.

Jiang Shiyu kept his terminal illness a secret from him.

His junior brother was pure of heart and had depended on him since childhood. Jiang Shiyu only wanted him to believe that he had gone off to roam the martial world freely and would never be heard from again.

Jiang Shiyu placated him, then slipped away again.

This time, his usually obedient junior brother stood in his way with a sword. His expression was shadowy as he said lightly, “If you still want to abandon everything and leave, then we can’t go on being fellow disciples...”

The sword swept toward him. Jiang Shiyu neither retreated nor blocked it, showing no fear.

But the cold blade didn’t hurt him at all. It merely lifted his chin. “...Then we can only be husband and husband.”

#I thought I’d raised a sweet rice cake, but after one bite, I discovered it was a sesame-filled tangyuan#

*The protagonist is sickly but can fight; the love interest is a freak, but pure-hearted.

*Happy ending. The terminal illness will be cured.

*The preview scenes and interactions in this synopsis are only there to illustrate the premise. They may not appear in the actual story.

*The title and synopsis may change before the novel begins.

Theme: Stay true to your original intentions, and good things will follow.