Su Yan transmigrated.
Into an incredibly melodramatic old-school novel, no less...
And into the pitiful young hostage whom everyone had their way with.
The original host was a helpless hostage, spoiled, willful, sharp-tongued, and vicious. He often made life difficult for a little eunuch in the palace.
But who could have known that the little eunuch was the novel's protagonist, the one who'd rise up and become a prince of Jin? As for him, he would become the lowest servant in the palace from then on... and eventually be tortured to death by a man... in a death scene very much not suitable for children. A truly gruesome end!
Him: ...
He warned himself countless times that he couldn't cause trouble after transmigrating here.
But there was one problem.
How the hell had the original host found the energy to torment people when he couldn't even get enough to eat?
To fill his stomach and stay alive, he had no choice but to seduce a powerful man. The benefits he got from him could also help him earn some goodwill with the little eunuch.
Luckily, he was good-looking. He softened his voice and flirted with the most powerful prince, and actually got quite a lot out of it.
But he always stopped just short of going too far. Whenever he had the other man on the verge of devouring him, he would put on a pitiful expression and softly call him "husband."
The prince he'd attached himself to was busy seizing the throne, and the protagonist was about to rise to power too. Everything was finally falling into place, so he hurriedly packed his bags and prepared to run.
But when the newly enthroned emperor and the Crown Prince of Jin cornered him at an inn in the outskirts and demanded to know why he was so fickle and kept flirting with men, he realized he might be pregnant...
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The men brought him back to the palace. In just a few days, his belly had already begun to swell. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, there was no use. His pale face instantly turned panicked, and he clutched his stomach.
The men's faces were terrifyingly dark, as if they were about to eat him alive. "Whose bastard is the child in your belly?"
"If you don't tell us, we'll send him to the afterlife."
He clutched his stomach, his little face turning white.
How was he supposed to know whose it was?
All he remembered was getting drunk at a palace banquet, and then...
The other man sneered. "What, you've hooked up with another man and let him knock you up? You don't even know who the child's father is, do you?"
Stung to the quick, he couldn't help asking, "What does that have to do with you?"
"You're saying it has nothing to do with me now? Who was the one who clung to me, crying and begging me to be gentle?"
Him: !
You damn bastard!
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