Raising Wolves Invites Trouble

[Retitled Raising a Wolf for publication, now available on all major platforms~] Lu Qingze, a people's teacher, transmigrated into a book one day and became an unlucky Imperial Preceptor. Surrounded by wolves, he had two choices: defect to the all-powerful Chancellor, or raise the young emperor into a wise ruler for the ages. Out of professional habit, Lu Qingze chose the latter. No one failed to revere Lu Qingze, the Imperial Preceptor who had raised the young emperor from childhood. He had countless admirers throughout the court and beyond. Rumor had it that Lu Qingze was hideously ugly, which was why he always wore a silver mask and kept to himself, rarely appearing in public. Only the young emperor knew what an exquisitely beautiful face lay beneath that mask. After dealing with all the trouble, Lu Qingze belatedly realized that the child he had raised was a wolf cub. Now that their common enemy was gone, the little emperor had started going after the people around him. Lu Qingze would be next to lose his head: a classic case of the rabbit dead, the hound cooked. Lu Qingze: I’m not playing along. Lu Qingze made a clean getaway by faking his death, taking on a new identity and roaming the mountains and rivers, free as a bird. He had no idea that dark clouds hung over the capital. The tyrant everyone feared rested a hand on the coffin and stared at the charred corpse inside, his eyes red from crying as he retched blood. After several happy, carefree years, Lu Qingze figured things should be safe again. He sneaked to the outskirts of the capital to burn paper offerings for an old friend, only to look up and meet the young emperor’s bloodshot eyes. Lu Qingze was speechless. - Word spread through the palace that His Majesty had suddenly married an empress and doted on him every night. Supposedly, while out on a spring outing in the suburbs, the emperor had fallen for his jade-like beauty at first sight, been bewitched by his looks, and carried him straight into the palace. Everyone at court, inside and out, was deeply displeased with this inexplicable empress who had appeared out of nowhere. Lu Qingze’s former subordinates and rivals had always looked down on pretty faces. Seeing how His Majesty treated Lu Qingze with respect and affection only made them more indignant. How could this person compare to even a single hair of the Imperial Preceptor’s? Whenever they caught Lu Qingze, they would sneer at him, endlessly reminiscing about the Imperial Preceptor. Lu Qingze: ...You didn’t talk like that when I was still around. - In the three years since you were gone, “Long live the emperor” became a cruel curse. A poised and composed beauty who is steady, a little cheeky, and out of breath after every few steps x a slightly yandere, possessive wolf cub of an emperor who sobs, “Teacher, I’m your military greatcoat.” A story about how I thought I’d turned a wolf into a dog, only to find out he’d just tucked away his claws and fangs and pretended to be one. When he showed his true colors, I ran, only to be caught and brought back. In the end, the wolf let himself be tamed by me, and tamed me in return... The top grows up in Chapter 15. Younger man/older man, melodramatic guilty pleasure, seven-year age gap, happy ending. A fictional setting inspired by the Ming dynasty; no need to nitpick historical accuracy. A little court intrigue, not particularly sophisticated. Everything serves the plot. Mainly a romance. The author writes shamelessly trashy melodrama. Please add my upcoming historical BL novel to your favorites =3= After Nine Failed Attempts Wei Yixue died of a serious illness. When he opened his eyes, a System chimed in his ear and assigned him a mission: win over a villain and he could come back to life. After failing for the ninth time to reform the demonic villain Shang Xingque, Wei Yixue threw in the towel. So when the tenth restart came, Wei Yixue focused on cultivation and decided to kill the villain, solving the problem at its root. After fighting Shang Xingque until the heavens and earth grew dim, both of them were badly wounded and fell into the Demon Abyss. As he lay dying, Wei Yixue watched in despair as Shang Xingque walked slowly toward him, frowning as he looked him over. The first thing he said was, “Who are you?” Wei Yixue’s eyes lit up! Here was his chance to survive. Taking advantage of Shang Xingque’s apparent brain damage and amnesia, he quickly improvised, tears streaming down his face. “Aque, I’m your Dao companion. Don’t you remember me?” Shang Xingque stared at the exquisitely beautiful, pale, and frail man before him, stunned. So he had a Dao companion? Armed with memories from nine lifetimes, Wei Yixue knew Shang Xingque better than Shang Xingque knew himself. He kept the amnesiac Shang Xingque thoroughly bewildered until the man soon accepted that he apparently did have a Dao companion. Wei Yixue was gravely injured, and his cultivation was nearly ruined. Fortunately, he had learned a cultivation technique that let him recover his spiritual energy and heal his injuries through dual cultivation with another person. Taking advantage of Shang Xingque’s damaged brain, Wei Yixue gleefully ordered him around without restraint. In the lightless Demon Abyss, he gritted his teeth and tricked Shang Xingque into having passionate, hate-filled sex while trying to figure out how to escape the Abyss, which was said to be impossible to leave. He also had to find a way to kill Shang Xingque once his cultivation recovered. But dual cultivation boosted Shang Xingque’s power too. After carefully weighing his options, Wei Yixue decided that killing him would be far too difficult, considering he was the original novel’s great demon lord. Through the countless days and nights at the bottom of the Demon Abyss, Wei Yixue watched Shang Xingque’s dark eyes grow increasingly tender and possessive as they gazed at him. His lower back ached, and his scalp prickled with dread. When Shang Xingque was out of his mind, all he wanted was to screw Wei Yixue. But once Shang Xingque recovered his memories, he’d probably want to beat him into mush! Fortunately, the restrictions binding him to the System suddenly disappeared, and he was free to run. So when his cultivation had finally recovered and a crack opened in the Demon Abyss, Wei Yixue was still speaking sweetly to Shang Xingque about how they’d decorate their cave abode when they got home. The next second, he bolted without hesitation. See ya! Shang Xingque curled his fingers around his empty palm, his expression growing darker by the moment. - At long last, Wei Yixue had escaped the System’s restrictions and no longer had to be forced to win over Shang Xingque, that cold-blooded and terrifying demon lord. He assumed a false name, suppressed his cultivation, joined a small sect, and settled down to lie flat. The sect’s disciples weren’t highly cultivated, but they were peaceful and easygoing, and the atmosphere was wonderful. His good days didn’t last long. A summons to the Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals arrived at the small sect. The various immortal sects were gathering, and Wei Yixue had no choice but to go along to protect a few of his senior brothers and sisters. At the Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals, a gaze fell directly on him. Wei Yixue’s scalp tingled. He looked up and saw Immortal Lord Shang raising his cup to him from the high platform. “Welcome, fellow Dao...” Shang Xingque paused. “...friend.” From that day on, a thick, shadowy gaze was always fixed on him, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, coldly coiling around him. A somewhat popular, salty, grudge-holding beauty who says whatever comes to mind x a gloomy, unhinged possessive top who keeps asking, “Where’s my wife? Where’s my wife? Where’s that huge wife I got for free?” This synopsis was screenshotted from Weibo on March 1, 2022. Theme: Love is not possession.