You Are My Guest

[This novel has been revised and polished. Pirate versions differ significantly from this edition.]

Across nine roads and sixteen provinces, all the books and mountains under heaven: you are but a passerby, while I am the master of my own house.

(Song) A disheveled, wretched, handsome, tragic general, the pursuer X (Ji) A beautiful, dangerous, sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside marquis, the pursued

A wolf from the gardens meets a sparrow from the imperial palace. They love and destroy each other, going from biting to embracing, from battling in a treacherous court to wrestling on a fragrant, warm bed.

(Ji)

"Your passion has soiled my clothes; your cold, heartless words have severed my love."

Before I was seven, I was raised in a marquis's household. After I turned seven, I was imprisoned in the imperial palace.

But both were clearly the emperor's will, so why does everyone point at me and call me a temptress?

One spring, I met a dissolute rake who dallied with willows and flowers. His sharp brows and phoenix eyes stole my heart.

But later, I finally understood:

He saw me only as a pleasure-house willow, a concubine to satisfy his lust.

He saw me only as a golden cauldron, a marquis wielding great power.

While I stood still, gazing after him, he merely rode past and glanced at the flowers.

While I poured out my heart and blood, I was only fooling myself.

So I left him.

And watched coldly as he fell from his fine horse, his body wrapped in sand and wind.

Then I let him wring one last tear from me as I stared at the marquis's gilded plaque, its paint peeling, a gaping hole burning in my heart and wailing at me.

His love for me had never gone beyond the flesh. Why, then, did I still pray to heaven and earth for his return?

(Song)

"You make a savage beast your god. Who sees the bloodstains on me?"

Before I was eleven, I galloped through the yellow sands of Dingzhou. After I turned eleven, I lingered in the pleasure quarters of the capital.

I am a tame wolf with its claws removed, the Second Master Song, pretending to be wild and unrestrained.

One spring, I met a young man in red with a cinnabar mole on his earlobe. One glance lasted a lifetime, and I could not escape falling into his tender embrace.

But later, I realized:

He saw me as a dissolute scoundrel, a heartless, reckless general.

He saw me as one of the tigers and leopards guarding the imperial gates, an ambitious minister whose appetite for power was never satisfied.

How could he know that, with a thousand mountains weighing on my back, I still reached out to hold him without bringing a blade's cold gleam near him?

I was covered in wounds, but he refused to look.

He abandoned me. Tired of clinging to him, I gritted my teeth, drew my sword, and charged at my enemy.

That day, the yellow sand struck my face, and I fell in the desert.

Would he cry if he knew?

Probably not. It would mean nothing to him.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't tell whether the moisture on my long lashes was tears or blood. All I could still remember was the marquis's gilded plaque.

A military man will always be a desperado with his life hanging by a thread. How could I foolishly hope to find a home?

Later, the white horse and red robes met again with the purple horse and brocade robes. Cups clinked as their eyes grew hazy with drink.

Lowering his gaze to the cinnabar mole, he asked:

"If you already cast me aside like a worn-out shoe, why not let me be buried in lonely obscurity?"

Looking up at those phoenix eyes, he replied:

"My love for you runs deeper than flesh and blood. I have no say in this."

[Please Note]

1. The main story is told in third person.

2. One-on-one romance, happy ending, both leads have only ever been with each other.

3. Multiple couples and an ensemble cast.

4. An alternate-history setting. Official posts are generally based on the Tang dynasty system, with some adjustments. Please don't nitpick the history.

5. Villainous schemer vs. foolish loyalist, loyalty to country vs. loyalty to emperor, mutual redemption through heartbreak.

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The Third Party's Diary [Unconventional Upbringing / Arranged Marriage / Big Bad Wolf, Fatherly Top X Cool, Self-Destructive Beauty Bottom]

1.

Wen Lanyun grew up in an orphanage and has a twisted sense of right and wrong. He is the third party who broke up someone else's marriage.

That marriage was forced on them, and Wen Lanyun and his older brother loved each other. He doesn't think he's done anything wrong.

As the other man, he made no effort to hide his feelings, and the spouse soon came looking for him.

To his surprise, the spouse, rumored to be old and ugly, was actually young and very handsome.

The good news: Before Wen Lanyun could even feel threatened, his brother ran away from the wedding.

The bad news: Sheng Wenjun kept him as a hostage.

2.

The wealthy, handsome eldest son of the Sheng family was ordered by the old master to marry the grandson of one of his late friends.

All his friends laughed at the match. The grandson was a man, raised in an orphanage, crude and ill-mannered, and suffering from severe delusions: he had imagined an older brother based on himself.

Sheng Wenjun didn't think much of it.

No matter how crazy the little lunatic was, they could just send him to a psychiatric hospital. The old master was bedridden and wouldn't live many more years. Once he died, breaking off the engagement would be a matter of minutes.

Sheng Wenjun met his young bride in a shabby room, damp with mold. The young man wore old, threadbare clothes, but his features were cool and his gaze detached. Only when he looked at Sheng Wenjun did he seem like a lunatic, his eyes brimming with hatred.

Sheng Wenjun narrowed his eyes. Instead of sending the little lunatic to an asylum, he took a turn with the car and brought him to his own villa.

3.

Everyone knew that not only was the eldest Sheng heir homophobic, he also hated being forced into anything.

Some said that Sheng Wenjun was ruthless, and the little lunatic would probably lose his life.

Others said there was a psychiatric hospital deep in the mountains, with a place already waiting for the little lunatic.

Wen Lanyun had indeed been in the mountains lately, but at Sheng Wenjun's estate.

With the curtains drawn tight, Sheng Wenjun, who was invincible in public, bent his knees in a darkened room. He knelt before Wen Lanyun, his sticky gaze licking over every inch of the lovely skin he'd personally nurtured.

Sheng Wenjun held Wen Lanyun's hand, pushing a ring onto his finger. "Lanyun, you've been acting out this tragic romance for years. Isn't it time we switched roles?"

Wen Lanyun replied calmly, "Switch?"

Sheng Wenjun said, "I'm tired of playing the spouse. How about I play the lover of the other man?"

4.

Wen Lanyun loved his older brother desperately. When his feelings overwhelmed him, he would kiss the man's lips through the glass over his photograph.

Sheng Wenjun loved his older brother too, but thought Wen Lanyun's kisses were filthy. So he would always kiss the lips Wen Lanyun had kissed in the photograph, forcing the other man to return the kiss to the spouse.

[A cunning, guiding, fatherly CEO top X a cool, resilient young man with a mental illness]

#Big Lunatic vs. Little Lunatic, Old Fox vs. Little Human Calculator

[Please Note]

1. One-on-one romance, both leads are sexually inexperienced, nine-year age gap. Their romance develops after the younger lead is an adult.

2. The pursued lead believes himself to be the other man in an affair, but eventually gives up this idea of his own accord.

3. A pathological romance, with a small amount of narcissism. The older brother is the pursued lead's fantasy, and looks exactly like him, so the pursued lead unconsciously overlooks his own appearance for a long time.

4. No real people or events served as the basis for this story.

5. Screenshot record: 2026.4.19

Theme: A successful general is built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers