Better to Fall in Love Than Fight for the Throne

[Coming next: The Seventh Marriage Candidate Still Hasn't Died] Please add it to your reading list~ Blurb: Shen Jinghe raised an eyebrow at the person behind him. “Why do you follow me everywhere I go?” Liang Yan smiled carefree. “Sixth Prince, just because you were born to the imperial family doesn't mean you can be so unreasonable. I'm going to suppress the pirates. It's just a coincidence that we're headed the same way.” “What if I go to Hanzhou?” After a long, thoughtful pause: “The desert bandits are running rampant.” “What if I go to Longxi?” “I've heard the Qiang are making trouble.” “What if I…” Liang Yan's lips curled slightly as he gazed into Shen Jinghe's smiling eyes. “If you're in the capital, I'll stay and protect the emperor. If you're in Liaodong, I'll ride out and crush the Di. Little Crane, wherever you go, I'm going with you. If you're thinking of leaving me behind so you can enjoy yourself, you'd better give up that idea now.” In his previous life, Shen Jinghe was a frail, brilliant noble heir, so clever he seemed almost demonic. In this life, he has been reborn as a prince raised among commoners. Behind the jade-green tiled roofs and carved railings, within the vermilion palace walls, lies a world of intrigue beneath the music and dancing, and hidden murderous intent behind every smiling conversation. But… why does this stern young general keep showing up uninvited to shield him from the blades threatening his path? “If your lifelong wish is to spread your wings and soar through the clouds, to be a proud crane crying out across the heavens, then let me be the sharpest sword in your hand, cutting through every storm and hardship on your road ahead.” [Cool-headed, devoted general gong x peerlessly clever, composed beauty shou] [Liang Yan x Shen Jinghe, 1v1, satisfying power-up story, HE] * Visit the author's page: Langhuan Pavilion. Please add me to your favorites, pretty please! Completed historical BL novella: Snow at Hualing Coming next, historical BL idea seeking readers: The Seventh Marriage Candidate Still Hasn't Died Also seeking readers for a silly Quick Transmigration story: Every Day Is a Life-or-Death Question Next story's blurb: The late emperor died, leaving behind only a young lord with a face as beautiful as a woman's. The Imperial Preceptor cast a fortune: This child is destined to unite the realm. After taking the throne, his uncle made him a male princess, bundled him up, and sent him off to marry for the good of the country. On his first political marriage, an earthquake flattened the top five royal heirs in one fell swoop. On the second, his future husband was stabbed to death by the queen. On the third, plague broke out in the royal capital, and the king died a gruesome death. On the fourth, his prospective husband opened the portrait, was so dazzled by his beauty he died on the spot. On the fifth, a new prospective husband received the marriage documents and died of depression three days later. On the sixth, he was bundled up and sent back halfway there, bringing home a vassalage document and a map of half the kingdom. The new emperor greeted him with a warm handshake: “Dear nephew, uniting the realm is just around the corner.” Changsun Zhongshu pulled back his delicate hand, his expression cool. “Who am I marrying this time?” Far away on the grasslands, Helian Yuan was drawing his bow to shoot a giant eagle when he suddenly sneezed. “Strange, there's no wind.” [Helian Yuan's diary] Day 1: My beautiful wife seemed to smile at me. Could he be interested in me? But to be fair, I'm straight. Day 2: Helian Yuan, you absolutely have to keep it together. Day 3: Helian Yuan, you absolutely have to keep it together. … Day 99: …Seriously, who could keep it together in this situation?! [Changsun Zhongshu's diary] Day 1: Sunny. My husband didn't die today. Day 2: Sunny. My husband didn't die today. Day 3: Cloudy. My husband didn't die today. … Day 99: Partly cloudy, clearing up. I'm almost out of pages. I'll ask Helian Yuan to bring me a new notebook tomorrow. Also, my husband still didn't die today. [Zen and gloomy, just waiting for his husband to die shou x big-dog, lovable idiot with a bizarre thought process gong] [1v1, silly writing] Theme: Mountains stand side by side, and so does the wind. So do we.