Pretending to Be My Archenemy Prince's Beloved

[Opening this in November, please add it to your to-read list, okay? Hehe~]

Zhao Xianchan is down on his luck and can't afford to stay alive.

With his mortal enemy, Prince Duan, gravely wounded and unconscious, and no one able to prove otherwise, he decisively takes advantage of the moment and uses a token as proof to sneak in!

“Ahem, well, I'm Prince Duan's... betrothed male consort. We pledged ourselves to each other and swore eternal love!”

“Really, he adores me.”

“Look, these are the love letters and gifts he sent me. (They're not!)”

“Still don't believe me?”

“Then I can even show you some of his personal undergar...”

The bluff works.

Zhao Xianchan enters Prince Duan's residence as his prospective consort. Life is great: good food, fun, throwing his weight around, and free access to the gold and silver.

All he has to do is wait for his mortal enemy to kick the bucket, then live out the rest of his life in wealth and glory as a surviving spouse.

A! Life! Without! Worries!

But too much joy brings sorrow.

His mortal enemy, Prince Duan... comes back to life, infuriated by him.

Zhao Xianchan: =w=…

He hastily packs up and tries to run, only to be hauled back like a chick.

Prince Duan: “You want to be Prince Duan's consort?”

Zhao Xianchan: =w=… (shakes his head frantically)

Prince Duan: “In that case, I think I'd rather be empress.”

Zhao Xianchan: ???

Prince Duan: “How about I help you ascend the throne?”

Zhao Xianchan: =w=… (keeps shaking his head frantically)

Zhao Xianchan admits that while throwing his weight around under Prince Duan's protection, ahem, he did some things to improve people's lives in Prince Duan's territory, like building irrigation works, reclaiming farmland, and making friends with the local tribes.

But he only did it to build up popular support and moral standing, so that after Prince Duan kicked the bucket, he could justifiably spend the rest of his life lying flat!

He doesn't want to keep working forever!!!

A physically frail but clever recipient who is very good to himself and excels at infrastructure development X a once-beloved son of heaven, now a dark, brooding war god of a top who is very much a ghostly presence.

Mutual pining + redemption + a married couple working together to develop the borderlands.

“How to Infuriate Your Mortal Enemy Back to Life”

QAQ With the climate as it is now, I really, really don't dare write the story I originally planned. I'd get torn to pieces. I hope you understand, friends.

I'll try to find a chance to turn the original idea into a shorter story later.

Theme: Build the country through infrastructure, and love one another!