May the Crown Prince Live for a Thousand Autumns and Ten Thousand Years

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As a child, Ying Fusheng was hated by his mother and had no one to love or care for him.

Only after he was framed and imprisoned did he realize that the absurd life in which he had been ignored and used was all part of a “prince swap” scheme.

The fake Crown Prince was cherished by the Emperor and adored by the Empress. Backed by the illustrious Xu family, he became famous across the land at a young age, basked in everyone’s attention, and ultimately ascended to the throne.

But Ying Fusheng, the biological son of Empress Xu, had been switched at birth by Consort Ning. He was poisoned by the woman he thought was his mother, thrown into prison, and finally framed by the fake Crown Prince and the Ning family. As the new Emperor took the throne, he was granted a cup of poisoned wine and put to death…

When he opened his eyes again, he had clawed his way back from the gates of death. He had been reborn.

This time, he wouldn’t repeat his old mistakes.

His mother didn’t compete or fight for power, so he would be even more “indifferent to fame and fortune.” While others seized power, he grew flowers; while others chased renown, he chanted sutras.

The Empress Dowager: “The Sixth Prince is simple-hearted and a dutiful child.”

Consort Ning: “???”

The Crown Prince cultivated ties with men from humble backgrounds, and the First Prince courted the nobility, while he spent his days with wastrels, “carousing” and “living in luxury.”

The princes fought tooth and nail, but the Emperor looked at Ying Fusheng and said, “The Sixth Prince is the one who gives me the least trouble.”

The fake Crown Prince: “???”

The court was tangled in deeply rooted factions and bloody power struggles, while he overturned wrongful verdicts and settled old scores, taking one steady step at a time.

The treasury filled up, and the whole court rejoiced. The civil and military officials praised him: “The Sixth Prince is wise within and virtuous without. He works for the good of all under heaven!”

The other princes: “???”

Qi Hanzhou first saw him at the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet. The youth stood with his robe drawn around him, his bright, deep eyes brimming with ambition.

He decided this man was devious and would become a threat in time.

Later, he toured Jiangnan, cleared the name of the wrongfully accused, and became famous across the land…

Beneath Ying Fusheng’s ambition lay all the countless people he never spoke of. He was one of them, and was willing to bow his head in loyalty.

A business-minded, cold and ruthless, genuine Crown Prince bottom x an aloof military officer, a carefree swordsman in his youth top

1. An alternate historical setting, with amateur court intrigue and half-angsty, over-the-top melodrama.

A recommendation for my friend’s new novel~

Fellow Daoist, Please Stay Silent by Chunfeng Yao

Chu Jingxi, an overworked corporate drone at an advertising agency, heard a continuous stream of System announcements just before he died:

[Congratulations, you have awakened the talent “Negotiation Expert”]

[You are a master of psychology, naturally gifted with outstanding negotiation skills]

[Congratulations, you have awakened the talent “Public Relations Consultant”]

[You can easily maintain a brand’s image]

[Congratulations, you have awakened the talent “Top Salesperson”]

[You’re like the second Wolf of Wall Street, always leaving the competition far behind]

…

Chu Jingxi opened his eyes, thrilled, only to see immortals battling in the distance. Mountains crumbled, and the sun and moon lost their light.

[Welcome to the cultivation world]

Chu Jingxi: “???”

What the heck? He’d transmigrated with nothing but his mouth!

An exalted immortal cleaved an enemy’s head off with one sword stroke, then appeared before Chu Jingxi the very next second.

“Demon clan spy. You must die.”

As the immortal coldly raised his sword, the System announced again:

[Congratulations, you have awakened the ultimate passive skill

“Fellow Daoist, Please Stay Silent”]

The snow-white blade stopped half an inch from his throat. Suddenly, the immortal began introducing himself against his will.

Thesis: Life’s journey may be arduous, but turn toward the sun and bloom