The Ninth Prince's Guide to Raising a Wife

Shen He was exceptionally handsome, elegant as an orchid or jade tree and gentle as polished jade. But because he had been frail and sickly since childhood, plagued by all manner of illnesses, his family despised him.

One day, he went out to wash dishes and found a dying man by the lake.

The man was strikingly handsome, breathtakingly beautiful. There was just one problem:

His intelligence was that of a three-and-a-half-year-old.

Shen He could barely keep himself alive, let alone care for someone else. All he could do was secretly slip the man a little silver and leave him to fend for himself. But who could have guessed the man would cling to him, calling him "big brother" again and again, sweet as a jar of honey?

Shen He lost himself in it, brought the man home, and gave him the name "Shen An."

At night, the man's feverish body would curl tightly around him to keep warm, his scorching heat passing to Shen He like a blazing furnace.

Shen He thought they would go on living like that. But one day, the man disappeared without a word. His family also planned to marry him off as a concubine to a spoiled young master in the county. Unable to resist, Shen He was knocked unconscious and sent to the bridal bed.

He thought there was no escaping this humiliation. But when someone lifted his bridal veil, the face before him was more familiar than any other.

It was Shen An, who had left without saying goodbye.

The red candles flickered throughout the room, their flames shining against one another. Shen An was no longer the innocent boy he had once been. He gazed at Shen He like a mature man who inspired fear, then leaned close. The unfamiliar, overwhelming scent of sandalwood made Shen He shiver instinctively. A deep laugh sounded by his ear. "It's only been a few days, big brother. Why are you afraid of me now?"

Only later did Shen He learn that the man he had once thought homeless was none other than the Ninth Prince of the Empire.

A gentle, polite, frail and delicate but clever bottom x a naive little puppy at first, then a scheming, dark-hearted green tea top

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Coming soon: Descent from the Throne

When he was eight, the naive Yan Qingque went from being the son of a disgraced consort to the emperor himself.

The political situation was turbulent, with danger all around and wolves circling. The officials whispered that the young emperor might live long enough to sit on the throne, but not long enough to enjoy it.

Then a breathtakingly handsome man appeared before the young emperor. His smile was wicked and carefree, with none of the deference expected of a subject.

He said nonchalantly, "Your Majesty, I am your uncle, and the regent who rules this empire."

The young emperor looked at him fearfully and softly said, "Greetings, Uncle."

That single greeting led He Lingyuan to protect the young emperor for ten years.

The young emperor grew into a handsome youth. The childishness faded from his features, and he gradually took on the bearing of an emperor. Along with it came a young man's budding affection: he fell in love with a girl.

One night, an argument erupted in the emperor's bedchamber. The whole palace rang with their hysterical shouts.

"I'm nothing but a puppet! Why must you destroy even the woman I love, Uncle?"

The young emperor's eyes were bloodshot. His whole body trembled as tears streamed down his face.

After that night, the emperor ran away.

They say that day, Regent He Lingyuan slaughtered everyone in the palace. Corpses lay everywhere, and the torrential rain washed the blood from the ground for three days and nights.

Yan Qingque left the palace, determined to be a free bird. He would never again be controlled or made to rule as a puppet emperor.

He made ordinary friends and did the most commonplace jobs. He thought he could spend the rest of his life in peace.

But one night, as rain poured down, he returned to the inn where he was staying and a familiar, grim face suddenly loomed before him. The man approached slowly, radiating a murderous aura.

Yan Qingque went deathly pale and trembled. "U-Uncle."

He Lingyuan gripped the young emperor's chin as if he owned him, his face twisted with fury. He forced an unknown drug down Yan Qingque's throat, yet his voice was sweet and gentle. "Your Majesty, if you don't wish to be emperor..."

A torrent of kisses fell upon him. He turned his head away in shame and anger as a clear tear slid down his cheek. The man held his waist with imperious ease and whispered in his ear, his low voice both tempting and dangerous. "Then bear me a child instead. How about it?"

P.S. The top is not a good person. He is not a good person. He is not a good person.

[This is a rough outline. Let me think about how to make it more appealing (bursts into tears while clutching my head)]

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