The Sickly Beauty and the Weepy Young Heir

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[The top is a great general in the early story and a young lord later on. Childhood friends.]

In the tenth year of Jian Ning, the beautiful Jiang Lingyu, frail and delicate, was forced to become the Grand Minister of Justice of Dayan.

The sick beauty's specialties were changing his mind faster than turning a page and having a proud, bad-tempered disposition. He indulged no one.

The great general Tang Xuyao was the legitimate son of a commandery prince, handsome and elegant, ruthless, taciturn, and ill-tempered. He wore a cold expression all day, and half the court steered clear of him.

At the time, he was Dayan's famed general, renowned across the land. Though he himself was a man of connections, he couldn't stand seeing young people rely on powerful patrons to get government posts.

Tang Xuyao assumed Jiang Lingyu was one such young man, relying on a powerful patron to become an official.

Jiang Lingyu had just moved into a new home for his government post, and the two happened to live across the hall from each other. They were enemies from the start, nearly coming to blows the first time they met.

The second time they met, Tang Xuyao sneered outright. "A mere boy, made Grand Minister of Justice at such a young age. You must have powerful connections. I don't believe you have any real ability."

Jiang Lingyu had spent the night with a stomachache and was exhausted. He couldn't be bothered to argue, and simply said, "Fine."

Jiang Lingyu suffered from frequent stomach pain, often too ill to attend court. The scent of medicine often filled his residence. Knowing he had spoken too harshly, Tang Xuyao visited him out of guilt. When he saw Jiang Lingyu's pale, sickly face and met his eyes, he fell for him at first sight.

Tang Xuyao pursued Jiang Lingyu relentlessly, caring for him with meticulous attention when he was ill. He held and coaxed him, rubbing wherever he hurt, and stayed up all night by his side. After finally winning the beauty's heart, Jiang Lingyu discovered that the stern general seemed to have a tendency to cry uncontrollably.

When Jiang Lingyu couldn't sleep because of stomach pain, Tang Xuyao cried from worry.

When Jiang Lingyu vomited blood, Tang Xuyao cried from worry.

When Jiang Lingyu was unconscious with a high fever, Tang Xuyao cried from worry.

Later, when Jiang Lingyu said in anger that he would leave him, Tang Xuyao cried harder than he ever had in his life.

Jiang Lingyu, the pretty darling, tilted his head. "...You're so different from what I expected."

After that, Jiang Lingyu never again said he would leave Tang Xuyao. Tang Xuyao became Jiang Lingyu's loyal dog, in the most purely devoted sense.

A giant, devoted sweetheart's everyday life naturally consisted of eating, sleeping, and loving his wife!

The beauty often returned his affection, rubbing his head and softly telling him, "I'll give my little dog lots and lots of love too, just like he loves me."

Tang Xuyao: (wagging his tail)

Later, the commandery prince became a prince, and Tang Xuyao, as the prince's legitimate son, went from being the prince's eldest son to the heir. He also supported Jiang Lingyu as he went from Grand Minister of Justice to the heir's wife. He loved Jiang Lingyu just as deeply year after year, tender and attentive. He loved Jiang Lingyu's body, and he loved his illnesses too.

He loved his illnesses?

Yes, Tang Xuyao loved Jiang Lingyu's illnesses dearly as well.

The beauty lay in bed with a stomachache. Tang Xuyao leaned over and kissed his soft, tender cheek. "Darling, would you like me to rub your belly?" (big, hopeful eyes) (large paw on the bed) (tail wagging)

The beauty liked to wear only his sleeping clothes at home. His snow-white hand lifted the covers a little, revealing his soft belly. "Sure."

Tang Xuyao: (eyes shining) (rubbing his hands together like a dog) (tail wagging furiously)

#Darling, you smell bitter. You're sick, darling, boo-hoo. But you look so cute when you're sick! (sniffing)

#The little dog only has eyes for his darling. Darling smells so good, darling is so sweet, darling is so beautiful!

(Blurb revised on March 30, 2025. A backup has been made, so please don't use it as reference. The novel was originally titled The Sickly Beauty Holds Power over the Court.)

CP: Older top, 1v1, happy ending, both are virgins. A sharp-tongued, proud, stubborn, occasionally gentle, politically adept sickly beauty bottom x A handsome, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, devoted, straightforward, tear-prone, wife-doting top. Five-year age gap.

As usual: sweet and spicy.

Ingredients: fans of older tops, sickly beauties, bottoms, and sweet romances; pure love is the best. The top absolutely dotes on Baby Yu, with his very life. If that's not for you, please steer clear.

[Upcoming historical danmei novel: This Minister Is Ill and Cannot Serve His Lord]

In the tenth year of Daze, the sickly beauty Chen Tingxian inherited his father's position as prime minister. On the very night he took office, his entire household was massacred by villains. Only he escaped, having been away handling government affairs.

The tragedy left him gravely ill with grief. He often suffered sharp pain in his abdomen and could barely swallow food.

The founding emperor of Daze, Qi Zongyu, was handsome and elegant. He fell for Chen Tingxian, a peerless beauty among men, at first sight. When he heard Chen was seriously ill, he personally cared for him every day. He fed him medicine when he was sick and, when he was in pain, slipped his hand beneath the covers on Chen's sickbed to warm his aching abdomen.

Qi Zongyu loved him dearly, allowing him to remain steadfast in his convictions and offer frank remonstrances every time. He even let Chen offend him, speaking harsh truths in court.

Chen Tingxian loved Qi Zongyu too. He was captivated by his strong, broad embrace, and gave himself to Qi Zongyu on the day they married.

One day, Qi Zongyu was upset by Chen Tingxian's harsh words. He believed a treacherous minister's slander and came to think Chen was disloyal and disrespectful, repeatedly defying him in an attempt to seize the throne.

Qi Zongyu flung a letter of divorce at Chen Tingxian and demanded to know why he had plotted treason.

Chen Tingxian didn't defend himself. He smiled. "If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, then I have nothing to say."

Qi Zongyu watched him take the divorce letter, then smashed to pieces the precious jade belt pendant he had given Chen on their wedding day.

He wished so desperately that Chen Tingxian would defend himself, even with a single word.

*

Chen Tingxian took the divorce letter and abandoned his former sincere loyalty. He conspired with treacherous ministers, coordinating from within and without, intending to sink his teeth into Qi Zongyu's throat and leave him dead without a place to be buried.

With the rebellion only one step away, Chen Tingxian couldn't bring himself to go through with it, and called in sick instead of attending court. Qi Zongyu suddenly issued an imperial decree, executed all the treacherous ministers who had conspired with Chen, then visited the Chen residence at night and stood beside his sickbed.

"Your Majesty, this was all my doing. You may kill me or punish me as you wish."

Chen Tingxian spoke coldly, his breath faint. The bedclothes were stained red with the blood he'd vomited.

Qi Zongyu knelt, trembling as he slipped his hand beneath the covers, just as he had before. He laid his palm over Chen Tingxian's painfully aching abdomen to warm it, and said remorsefully, "I wronged you that day. Look, I've killed them all."

"This minister is ill and unfit to serve Your Majesty. Please find someone more capable."

Chen Tingxian's heart ached, but he refused to look at Qi Zongyu.

"I know that though you drew your blade against me several times, you never had the heart to cut my throat."

He pleaded with Chen Tingxian: "I know I was wrong. Wen'er, would you call me your husband once more?"

[CP]: Righteous, gentle, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, gravely ill beauty bottom x Ruthless, romantic, devoted, considerate, gentle, protective top. 1v1, older top, happy ending, five-year age gap.

Disclaimer:

1. The emperor is capable of controlling the situation and completely trusts Jiang Lingyu. Neither member of the couple usurps the throne.

2. No writing advice, ranking comparisons, or line-by-line comparisons with other works.

3. The ninth-version blurb was slightly adjusted and submitted for the record on [2025.2.20]. Names, dates, and content were all included. This isn't historically accurate, so don't take it as fact or use it as a substitute for anything.

4. Plagiarism, borrowing, stealing plot ideas, or imitating this work will be pursued. This is important, so I'm saying it three times.

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