After the Emperor Sentenced Me to Death

[Read the warnings before you click~ Please don't rush into buying the whole book!]

Xu Ji, the Eastern Depot's governor, is cold-hearted and aloof. He looks gentle and harmless, but he's the old emperor's sharpest blade, a powerful official who rose to prominence through ruthless methods.

Everyone inside and outside the palace bows before him.

Yet in his previous life, Xu Ji died a horrible death. His family was confiscated, and he was subjected to the slow slicing execution: a perfect example of the fate that awaits a eunuch who seizes power.

Less than five years after the emperor he'd personally raised ascended the throne, the man had him completely eliminated.

Looking at himself after being reborn, Xu Ji could only smile wryly.

Now that he knew the young emperor, Zhao Jingmin, had only approached him to use him, the best thing was to stay out of sight and out of mind. He might as well keep his distance.

In his previous life, Xu Ji had gotten drunk and loosened his clothes to enjoy the cool air at home when a young man barged into his residence and, utterly heedless of propriety, crashed right into his arms.

It was the usually unnoticed Third Prince, Zhao Jingmin.

His handsome eyes were full of deference and admiration.

“Please, Governor, show me the path to heaven.”

This time around, Xu Ji was still drinking and enjoying the view at his residence, but when the same scheming bastard tried to pull the same trick, he tossed him straight into the lake.

Zhao Jingmin: “?”

Is this how the script is supposed to go?

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Xu Ji deliberately offended Zhao Jingmin beyond repair. When the man wouldn't stop clinging to him, Xu Ji faked his death and fled the capital.

He hadn't yet seen all the country's magnificent scenery when Zhao Jingmin summoned him back with an imperial decree.

The tortures he'd endured in his previous life were still vivid in his mind. Xu Ji stood calmly before Zhao Jingmin, waiting for his judgment.

He'd done nothing to help Zhao Jingmin this time, yet Zhao Jingmin had still ascended the throne. When they met again, the emperor's eyes held an even more boundless obsession with him.

In the end, death was unavoidable.

But Xu Ji hadn't expected the young emperor to place a blade in his hand and point it not at Xu Ji, but at his own heart.

“Kill me, or stay.”

Xu Ji gripped the cold dagger, drew it across his chest, and opened his robes.

The young emperor trembled uncontrollably, yet neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he leaned into the blade.

Xu Ji smiled faintly and slapped him.

All I ask is a little place to call my own, where you can be my devoted lover.

Product information (please be sure to read this before reading the story)

1. The protagonist is a real eunuch. There are many potential land mines, so don't rush into buying the whole book.

2. The narrative perspective serves the story and does not reflect my personal preferences. It exists only to serve the plot, so this may not suit readers who are very particular about whose perspective they read.

3. Please keep your comments friendly. Thank you~

4. The main story is complete. I'm slowly revising it~

---Hope you enjoy the story---

New story, feel free to check it out next door if you're interested~

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The White Moonlight Collection System has several outstanding employees. They tremble with nerves as they play their roles as the protagonist's white moonlight, supporting him wholeheartedly when he's still a nobody, caring for him when he's sad, and loving him fearlessly when he's starved for affection.

Until the protagonist reaches the pinnacle of power and has eyes only for them

Then they fake their deaths and leave, racking up the protagonist's corruption points.

Unfortunately, the world changed overnight, and this villainous System disguised as a “white moonlight” was finally banned.

New System: [Lower the target's corruption level and repair the world's main storyline.]

The employees stare at their former targets, whose corruption levels are MAX and who are currently destroying the world, and fall into deep thought.

Is it too late to quit now?

World One:

Chu Su wakes up to find himself in a three-room, one-living-room ice coffin, with his last mission's target lying beside him.

His disciple, the emperor of the cultivation world, Xu Guanlan.

Xu Guanlan gently kisses his white hair and murmurs in his ear, “Master, I'm about to kill them all. I'll come find you right after.”

Chu Su: Oh crap, there's a psycho.

He holds his breath and steadies himself. The moment Xu Guanlan steps out, he makes a run for it in the middle of the night.

World Two:

Song Hui is enjoying a happy vacation when the next moment he's dragged into the grand hall of the imperial palace.

Amid the sound of strings and bamboo flutes, he dances barefoot in sheer gauze, presented as a novelty to the emperor seated above them.

The tyrant idly playing with his wine cup is none other than his last mission's target, Kan Li.

Song Hui slips and sprains his ankle on the spot. The gauzy scarf in his hand lands squarely over the emperor's face.

The entire hall falls silent.

Kan Li slowly pulls the scarf away. The instant he sees Song Hui's face, he grabs him by the chin, murderous intent filling his eyes.

“Who gave you permission to wear his face and appear before me?”

World Three:

Xu Cizhou is flirting up a storm with a handsome guy he's just met when the next second he falls into an insect world engulfed in war.

To secure a slim chance of survival, he's sent as a peace offering to the rebel leader's bed: an unpopular male insect prince.

Xu Cizhou takes it in stride, even preparing to lie flat and enjoy himself.

It's not as if he'd be the one losing out.

Until the door opens and the blood-soaked rebel leader walks in, revealing a face Xu Cizhou could never mistake, even in death.

It's the former mission target whose body and heart he deceived, and whose “death” he witnessed with his own eyes.

Xu Cizhou slowly pulls the covers up higher.

Would it still work if he said he just happens to look like that person?

…

They once entered the protagonists' lives in their most perfect forms, then walked away when love was at its height.

Now the old flames have returned, and love and hate have long since spiraled out of control.

The white moonlights only want to provide aftercare and repair the worlds, but gradually discover that

The person the protagonists can't let go of was never a flawless illusion.

Reader's guide:

① A series of stories with a top; full of melodramatic old tropes, written for my own enjoyment.

② Readers with extreme preferences, please stay away!!!!! They dote on each other. If they love each other, that's mutual pampering! Don't argue about who loves whom more!

③ No breaking them up or switching roles!

Theme: Establish a heart for heaven and earth