After My Country Fell, I Carried the Enemy Emperor's Child

At the time, the sword was only a hair's breadth from me. Its blade was silver-white, its edge icy. After a single sentence, I would die beneath it.

The tip of the sword lifted my face, raising my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

Against the light, I saw his face. He had the sort of handsome features that would make every woman in the world blush and swoon, with sharp eyes and sculpted features. Now his gaze lingered over my face, tinged with amusement.

The impoverished boy of the past had become a mature and ruthless emperor. He had come for revenge.

He asked me, "Do you have anything to say?"

After hearing my last words, he would send me to my death.

I fell silent, my gaze passing over him to the distance. Dozens of bodies lay across the great hall, while flames blazed outside.

Closest to me lay my beloved consort, whom I'd only just welcomed into the palace. Thinking of her face, pure and bright as the moon, made my heart ache.

That day, I lost my beloved consort and my ministers, and my kingdom fell. But I still wanted to live.

So my wandering gaze returned to his face, and I smiled brightly at him. His expression grew dazed, and his Adam's apple shifted.

By the time that night was over, the last kingdom standing in Qin's way had fallen, and Qin had unified the land. A beautiful new favorite consort suddenly appeared beside the young king of Qin.

A year later, the favorite consort was with child.

According to the history books written in later generations, this bewitching consort disrupted the government and seduced court officials, causing turmoil throughout the court. Yet the Qin Emperor silenced all criticism and gave him all the love he had to give.

A less serious blurb:

The story of an impoverished ruler of a fallen kingdom who becomes his enemy's male favorite and dreams of restoring his kingdom, only to accidentally become a nationwide idol by selling his calligraphy and paintings.

Reader's notes

1. This Qin is not the Qin of real history. The setting is fictional, so please don't scrutinize the details.

2. The top and bottom are each other's first.

3. The main text is not written in first person.

4. Updates at six in the evening.

Coming soon: Lighting a Cigarette for the Big Shot

When the sun in the west sinks forever and the moon becomes a cold grave hanging in the sky, eternal night falls upon the human world.

A mysterious, terrifying killing game takes control of Earth, forcing humanity to become players.

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"In the game Final Slaughter, you'll face all kinds of terrifying creatures: zombies, vampires, ogres, fallen angels... and even your own kind, your companions. Your chances of survival are practically zero!"

"All you can do is get stronger. Kill! Then kill some more!"

"There is only one ultimate goal: survive!"

"Are you ready to face this terrifying battle royale?"

The System's mechanical, icy voice, laced with hidden malice, rang inside his head. The pale, handsome man with shoulder-length black hair and a world-weary air crouched on the ground, took a hard drag on his e-cigarette, and picked his ear with his pinkie. "What a racket!"

Qin Yuyu stood up and stretched, then kicked the head of the ghoul in front of him, who was happily bent over a fresh meal of human flesh. With a pop, its head exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"Whatever trash it is, just smash it all to pieces!"

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Zombies besieged the city. The thin city walls were eventually breached, and tens of thousands of zombies poured in from every direction like a tidal wave.

The weak were either swallowed by the horde or forced to hide, looking utterly pathetic.

Then an armored tank, heavily modified, came crushing through the zombies. They burst apart wherever it passed, as it blasted a bloody path through the sea of undead.

Qin Yuyu sat in the tank's cockpit, driving the modified vehicle with ease. His black hair was tied into a carefree little tuft behind his shoulder. He pursed his red lips and whistled.

"Explosions! The art of a genius!"

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What kind of soil could have produced such a terrifying man?

The people who'd been tortured by the game until they were at death's door stared dumbfounded at Qin Yuyu's outrageous stunts. They wanted nothing more than to offer him their knees and reverently pull out a lighter...

To light a cigarette for the big shot!

Coming soon: Raising a Zombie Ancestor. Please add it to your collection~

From a desolate cemetery to a ghostly peach-blossom forest, from the secret lands of western Hunan to the far corners of the country...

Xu Yan takes a little zombie across the land, searching for a chance to bring it back to life.

Theme: Everyone has their own strengths. Find your place and become a better version of yourself.