After Being Stolen Away by the Enemy Nation's Tyrant

Nan Xi was exceptionally beautiful, but he was born frail and sickly, and was also a cripple with paralyzed legs. The emperor despised him.

On the day Nan Yu's capital fell, the emperor fled south with his wives, children, and trusted attendants, leaving behind only the unpopular Eighth Prince, Nan Xi, who had been raised in the Cold Palace.

Nan Xi knew what would happen if he were captured by the enemy as a prince. He smashed a porcelain vase, intending to put an end to his absurd life, but the new emperor of the enemy kingdom, rumored to be brutal and ruthless, seized his chin and forced his head up.

"It would be a shame to let someone this beautiful die."

The man's voice was a low murmur, and his godlike beauty sent a chill through Nan Xi.

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Everyone in the capital of Jin knew the new emperor had brought back an unrivaled beauty from the enemy kingdom. He kept the man locked up in the palace and wantonly toyed with him every day, treating the precious little prince like a caged bird.

The little prince was said to be frail, sickly, and unable to walk. Everyone wondered how long he would survive.

Yet the prince from the enemy kingdom not only lived, but was pampered until he grew even more delicate. The new emperor even dismissed his entire harem for him.

Outside, rumors ran wild. In the palace, Nan Xi thought every day about how to escape this cage.

"You're not allowed in my bed for the next month!"

Supporting his aching waist, nearly broken, his eyes still glistening with tears from being thoroughly bullied, he glared angrily at the man before him, who still seemed unsatisfied.

Qi Zhan held his slender ankle with a crazed, obsessive gaze, stroking it gently as he said, "That won't do. Not being able to be intimate with my beloved consort would be worse than losing my life."

Nan Xi was stunned by his perversion: "…"

I have to escape! Otherwise, I won't die of illness, but he'll be the one to kill me first.

P.S. Frail, disabled beauty uke x deranged, possessive seme with an overwhelming need for control

Content warning: This is a wish-fulfillment story written without restraint, and it doesn't have much logic. A fluffy sweet story. And finally, the seme's harem is just for show! Just for show! Just for show!

Upcoming story 1

The bad news: Li Huai died in his hospital bed.

The good news: He transmigrated into a power-fantasy cultivation novel about a tragically strong and beautiful protagonist, becoming a Tai Sui spirit who was nothing like the protagonist's cool, domineering, and flamboyant persona.

Eating Tai Sui can prolong life, regrow bones, and bring the dead back to life. It's a treasure everyone covets.

Li Huai had neither powerful cultivation nor a strong patron. To stay alive, he seized his chance and threw himself at the feet of the protagonist, who had been stripped of his cultivation and expelled from his sect: he faked an injury!

Tai Sui spirit: "You knocked me down. Pay up!"

The protagonist, reborn and already fallen to darkness: "…"

Tai Sui spirit: "If you don't have money, pay me with yourself. From today on, you're my underling."

The self-proclaimed boss, the Tai Sui spirit, uses his abilities to cure the protagonist's hidden ailments. Every day, he exploits the favor and bosses him around. With the protagonist pretending to be weak while secretly growing stronger, they make a comeback and humiliate their enemies along the way.

After cultivating into a mighty figure no one dared provoke, the Tai Sui spirit dusted himself off, found a mountain to rule, and waited to complete his cultivation and ascend to the upper realm.

Little did he know, before he could enjoy his carefree life for more than a few days, the thoroughly corrupted protagonist would come to lay siege to his mountain.

The protagonist cut half the mountain away with a single sword strike. The Tai Sui spirit was so scared his eyes filled with tears. Looking pitiful and helpless, he said, "Let's talk this out. I might've been a real jerk before, but I don't deserve to die!"

The protagonist gripped the back of his neck and sneered. "Brother Huai, didn't you say I'd belong to you from now on? Taking someone and then abandoning them will bring heavenly retribution."

Tai Sui spirit: "???"

I didn't! You're making that up! I never said anything like that!!!

Daily-troublemaking, goofy, adorable little Tai Sui x a protagonist who pretends to be weak while secretly growing stronger, obsessive and deranged

Upcoming story 2

Lin Qingwei is delicate and beautiful, and is known throughout the Taiyi Sword Sect as a dependent vine.

Though he only has an ordinary three-element spiritual root, his beautiful face earned him a place at the side of Sword Venerable Xuan Hui from childhood. Xuan Hui personally raised and taught him, and as soon as Lin Qingwei came of age, they were formally married as cultivation partners.

Everyone wondered why, and asked whether Sword Venerable Xuan Hui had bewitched himself and stolen his heart.

Lin Qingwei wondered the same thing.

He had been told since childhood that he would be Xuan Hui's only cultivation partner. Xuan Hui cared for him in every way, cherished him like a treasure, and never let him suffer the slightest grievance.

Xuan Hui was the only person in Lin Qingwei's world, and he loved Xuan Hui with all his heart.

But Lin Qingwei knew that Xuan Hui Sword Venerable truly loved him, yet that favoritism was mixed with ulterior motives.

He was the tribulation of love in Xuan Hui Sword Venerable's path of ruthlessness, and he was destined to be cut down.

Later, the sword hanging with the tassel Lin Qingwei had woven pierced his heart. The eyes that had once been full of love were now only cold, yet Lin Qingwei could not bring himself to feel even a trace of resentment.

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A hundred years later, Sword Venerable Xuan Hui had become the greatest figure in the immortal sects, while Lin Qingwei was a nameless corpse who had just come back from the dead and crawled out of a mass grave.

He changed his name and started over, only to discover that without Xuan Hui, he knew how to do nothing.

No one had ever taught him how to survive in the perilous cultivation world. Fortunately, a wandering evil ghost was always by his side.

The evil ghost was fierce, yet respected and protected him, accompanying him as he struggled forward through the cultivation world and shielding him from the elements without asking for anything in return.

Everything about the ghost made it clear he loved Lin Qingwei. Knowing he had nothing to repay him with, Lin Qingwei asked, "Would you be willing to become my cultivation partner?"

He had expected the ghost to be delighted, but instead the other man stared at him with an indescribably dark expression, looking almost as if he were gritting his teeth.

He said, "Qingwei, if you marry me, won't you regret it?"

Lin Qingwei didn't understand, but he had no regrets. He married someone else all over again.

It was only later, when the evil ghost personally tore away his disguise, that Lin Qingwei learned there had never been an evil ghost at all. It was Xuan Hui Sword Venerable, wearing a mask and manipulating him in the palm of his hand.

He had never escaped Xuan Hui's control.

Lin Qingwei fled without hesitation. In this life, he would no longer live for Xuan Hui.

A bizarre, eccentric, and deranged seme x a beautiful, seemingly useless uke at first, who later awakens and learns to live for himself

P.S. They do not switch partners! The seme is genuinely sick and deranged, and this is a groveling-to-win-back-your-lover story! Most importantly, you can insult the seme, but you can't insult the author~ (drops to knees gently.JPG)

Theme: The world isn't simply black and white. We should approach life with a positive outlook and appreciate its beauty.