The Zhen Kingdom has a Seventh Prince who was born with a woman's beauty, as exquisitely lovely as a doll. Unfortunately, he's an idiot.
He's like a portrait of a beauty in the imperial palace, quiet and still, never crying or laughing, as if he were just an empty shell with no soul.
When he was eighteen, the barbarian tribes swept across the Central Plains, and the Zhen Kingdom became a vassal state.
The savage wolves of the grasslands abducted the Seventh Prince, and he disappeared without a trace.
Everyone said the Seventh Prince had become a male consort in a barbarian's tent, and was sure to be tortured to death. There was no way he'd survive.
A month later, the Seventh Prince returned, riding a tall horse and covered in blood.
When I transmigrated in, the Seventh Prince was using a bloodied blade to hold up a barbarian's severed head, intending to offer it to the King of Zhen.
Sorry, I faint at the sight of blood.
I passed out and fell off the horse right then and there.
That was the first time I held him back.
Later, I protested to the other person inside the Seventh Prince's body: "You can't always be so bloody and violent. I'm just an ordinary high school boy."
He beat the pervert who'd been peeping on us while we bathed into a ball, then kicked him away. "Everything has an order of precedence. This lord won't tolerate even a speck of dust in his eyes."
Fine, you were here first, so I guess you're the boss.
Later on, the barbarian tribes invaded again, shouting that they'd capture the Seventh Prince and offer him as a sacrifice to heaven.
Before heading into battle, he covered my eyes with a strip of white cloth and said, "Little high schooler, don't open your eyes. Then you won't be scared."
I was pretty unhappy. If you're going to call me something, why add "little"?
This time things were a little tricky. The barbarian tribes had joined forces with three grassland tribes to ambush us, and they'd even laid a poisonous miasma...
He was poisoned and on the verge of being captured.
I had no choice but to remove the blindfold, endure the nausea from seeing blood, and count silently: one, two, three...
We won just before this body fainted.
I forgot to mention that although I'm just an ordinary high school boy, I have another identity: the head of the strongest assassin camp on Planet X.
In other words, where we're from, killing doesn't require anyone to see blood.
◎ A slow-moving, ridiculously handsome bottom x a chuuni, loyal-dog top. Both are incredibly handsome in their original bodies. They share one body at first, then later return to their own bodies.
◎ A sweet and satisfying story. Trying a lighthearted style. I'll add more if anything else comes to mind. Synopsis dated November 17, 2022 [Screenshot saved]
◎ Third-person narration
Theme: May there be peace in the world.
