After Becoming a Supporting Male Character, I Used the Imperial Exams to Escape Poverty and Get Rich

Before transmigrating into the devoted male supporting character in "Bending the Waist", Wei Yijin was a young man who knew how to handle any situation.

Then he got saddled with the label "devoted," and he went wild.

Scene One (being relentlessly pushed the label "devoted dad"):

With his hands behind his back and his fine clothes fluttering, he gazed at the sea of clouds and the rising sun in the distance, his expression languid. The villainous emperor, Song Ting Shen, saw him like this. His eyes glistened with tears, and he quickly turned away, swallowing hard before choking out, "You... really won't leave with Shen Shen?"

His words carried a tender, profound meaning, the kind of yearning Wei Yijin could understand: the imprinting of a fledgling. But... he couldn't do it!!!

The young man suppressed the fury filling his heart, stroked his beard, and gave a faint smile. "You're quite the jokester, sir. I'm about your age. If I had children, how could I not know or care about them?"

The villainous emperor suddenly looked at him, his expression growing more inscrutable. Wei Yijin caught it all. Terrified, he froze, afraid that any further movement might make the little emperor misunderstand.

As if! How could a pure-hearted single man like him have a son as bewitching as the emperor? What was this about being a replacement father? Don't even think about it!!!

Scene Two (being relentlessly pushed the label "devoted lover"):

"Yijin... I remember you used to love the apricot blossom wine from the little tavern south of the city. What made you decide to drink peach blossom wine today?"

The young woman had bright, charming eyes and spoke softly, occasionally breathing in the fragrance of plum blossoms. She seemed to have nowhere to turn.

Wei Yijin said, "Take the apricot blossom wine off the table. Oh, and I don't love apricot blossom wine, or flying kites on spring outings, and I certainly don't love standing in the cold wind to look at these gaunt plum blossoms like we are today..."

A faint sorrow gathered between Song Shiqing's brows. She stared fixedly at his retreating figure and twisted her handkerchief to pieces.

A simp is a simp, and in the end, you get nothing! What "unwavering devotion"? Get out of here! Wouldn't it be better to put all that energy into building a career?

Scene Three (being relentlessly pushed the label "devoted friend"):

Childhood Friend Number One showed up, carrying the story of his fifteenth shattered vase. He pulled up a chair, drank some tea, and put on a pitiful act. "Yijin, sob, sob... You have to save me this time. I accidentally bumped into the vase my grandfather collected while I was reading. That old man kicked me out of the house over that piece of junk! He said if the vase couldn't be fixed, he'd scatter my ashes and use them to mend it. He's so cruel, sob... I really didn't know that vase was so important. What do I do?"

There it was again, that awful routine of pulling faces, crying, making a scene, and threatening to kill himself.

Wei Yijin gave a subtle glance, and the maids and matrons filed in. He nodded. "Here! Everything's ready. Have you decided which one you want?"

Childhood Friend Number One stared dumbfounded at the hemp rope, the glittering dagger, and the deadly poison, its fragrance faintly sweet. His face went red. "Y-you..."

The young man smiled faintly. "Ha! What nonsense. Young Master Ji is gravely ill. Why haven't you escorted him home yet?"

Childhood Friend Number Two made his entrance...

Cong Jing burst through the door, sword in hand. "Yijin, hurry, let's go! Father is accompanying Mother on a visit to her family today, so no one's here to keep an eye on me. Come on, the horses are ready..."

Wei Yijin didn't move. He stared intently at the book in his hands, then pursed his lips at Cong Jing's childish face. "You never have enough knowledge when you need it. Read more, or you'll be blind to the truth."

Young Master Cong's smile vanished. His little face turned blue, then white, and he snapped, "So much for being friends despite our age difference. It was all a pack of lies! Pah! I'll go by myself, then. I'll never come looking for you again!"

Wei Yijin wanted to raise both hands in agreement. There was no way he was doing something so childish. What could be better than spending his youth doing what he loved? Wonderful! I am a young man. Why not enjoy the night by candlelight and keep writing without pause?

This is a "devotion" story about being constantly manipulated and constantly fighting back.

Reading guide:

1. A man transmigrates into another man's body, with no memories of the original owner. The male lead looks about eighty percent like the villainous emperor's adoptive father, but they are not related by blood.

Completed novels:

"After Becoming a Villain, I Escaped Poverty Through the Imperial Exams"

"After Becoming a Concubine's Son, I Escaped Poverty Through the Imperial Exams"

Upcoming novel:

"The elegance of a thirty-year-old, the reason of a forty-year-old, the maturity of a fifty-year-old, and the ambition of a sixty-year-old, all in a twenty-year-old body"

--- This is Yan Gu's ideal other half. She thought she'd never meet a man like that in her life.

Until she transmigrated into Yan Gu from "The Tale of Chaoyun", and it felt as though she'd found that young man.

This is a story of two people who both want to fall in love and find their way to each other through a greater love.

Theme: Remember the young man's lofty ambitions. He once vowed to be the finest man in the world