How Can I Be a Cannon Fodder Top? (Book Transmigration)

Yuan Xi personally conquered half the realm and founded the Wei Dynasty. He was one step away from unifying the land and ending the chaos, but died suddenly in the prime of his life. When he opened his eyes again, he had become the emperor of Great Wei once more. Only this time, he was in a fanfic written by people of a later age, cast as a tyrannical scum top who tormented the bottom for cheap thrills. Reader: After you conquer Yan, you bring the protagonist, Gao Heng, into your harem and force yourself on him, torturing him in body and mind. You’re a disposable scum top who forces himself on men! Yuan Xi: ? Reader: At least Gao Heng turns evil, biding his time for years and plotting to restore his kingdom. You’ll have to chase after your wife and suffer for it! Yuan Xi: ? Reader: In the end, you’re so furious that your love goes unreturned that your old illness flares up and you drop dead. Gao Heng casts you aside without mercy. Serves you right! Yuan Xi: ? I barely know him. Don’t drag me into this. The one he likes is clearly his cousin, Prince Qinghe, Gao Huaiyu, who nearly died unjustly because his achievements threatened the throne, and whom Yuan Xi rescued while he was on the run! Reader: Prince Qinghe originally took revenge on Gao Heng out of hatred, but eventually fell in love with him. Yuan Xi: ...Historian, add the words “The Emperor loves only Prince Qinghe” to the record in bold, huge letters! Gao Heng: Yuan Xi, I would rather die than give myself to you! Yuan Xi: ...You dare address me by name? Take him away! Don’t disturb me while I’m having a heart-to-heart with Huaiyu! Yuan Xi: How could I be a disposable scum top? Gao Huaiyu smiled gently. “So Your Majesty became my bottom?” #The disposable scum top in a story about a bottom with many lovers ends up with the third top# #I’ve gone to great lengths to make sure future readers ship the right couple# The gentle, aloof, breathtakingly beautiful Gao Huaiyu, who gets a little unhinged when it comes to his beloved, × the mighty and imposing Emperor Taiwu Yuan Xi Both of them have come from the official histories, but the top has no memories of his past life at first. They return to him later. [Reader’s Guide] A beautiful, strong top and a gorgeous, otherworldly bottom. Modern-day extra: His Majesty Rules the Entertainment Industry is complete. Visit the author’s page to read it. Related novel: Strong Wine Cleanses the Blade is now underway! Visit the author’s page to follow along. [Blurb] Six years ago, the states of Zhao and Chen went to war. The Chen army suffered a crushing defeat, and the Zhao army massacred the city for three days. Zhao’s young marshal, Yuan Cheng, tried in vain to stop the massacre. Six months later, he was ambushed on the road and disappeared. That same year, a young wandering knight appeared in Jiangnan, a military saber at his waist and a long spear on his back. “Are you talking about Marquis Dingyuan, Yuan Cheng? The one who drove back the Yan army at sixteen, captured a khan at eighteen, and became a general at twenty? Look at me. I’m mediocre at martial arts and half-blind. Aside from being just as handsome, how do I resemble him?” “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Yuan Cheng.” Shi Lin: “Yuan Cheng is my unattainable first love.” Liu Shouwei said firmly, “That’s right. I am Yuan Cheng.” Shi Lin × Liu Shouwei (Yuan Cheng) A cool, beautiful, secretly ruthless ghostly top × a sunny, cheerful, handsome puppy-like bottom The top is a soft-featured, beautiful man; the bottom is a wild, honey-skinned hunk. Their appearances are important. Set against the chaos that follows Emperor Taiwu Yuan Xi’s death and Gao Huaiyu’s demise in the official-history timeline of How Could I Be a Disposable Scum Top? Tune: “River Town Melody: Epitaph of a Wandering Knight” A seven-foot blade sweeps like a shooting star; I drink like a whale and stride along, singing. I once marched beneath cloud-bannered flags, breaking ten thousand camps on horseback. Though my soul may fade and my spirit scatter, bury me where you will, my sword will still sing. A mortal body dares defy the heavens; pride is my epitaph, righteousness my tomb. I ask this world: can the wicked be brought to heel? I have roamed the rivers and lakes until my guts were torn, yet a knight’s bones weigh more than life or death. Theme: Strive hard, so you have no regrets.