Wicked Disciple, Let Go of Your Master's Nape!

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Chu Zhiyuan, the Great Yu Empire's imperial tutor, was appointed by the late emperor as a chief regent. He poured his heart and soul into serving the people and the state, never daring to slack off, day or night.

But the young ruler he devoted himself to supporting was hopeless. Less than three years after taking power, the young emperor was already indulging eunuchs and drowning himself in wine and women. Chu Zhiyuan repeatedly tried to admonish him, to no avail, and only aroused his suspicions.

Taking advantage of the rift between ruler and minister, treacherous officials secretly plotted against Chu Zhiyuan. The renowned imperial tutor met a miserable end, his body wrapped in a straw mat.

Reborn, Chu Zhiyuan had just received the tiger tally personally bestowed on him by the late emperor. With an army at his command, the chief minister turned around and raised the banner of rebellion:

"If you can't rule this empire, then we'll find someone who can."

On a night of torrential rain, the heavens seemed to herald a rebellion. Outside the palace hall, a sea of dark figures stood in formation. Chu Zhiyuan entered the young emperor's bedchamber alone and unarmed.

Xin Wujiu, the young emperor who had spent three years boycotting court out of spite because he resented his tutor's interference, was sitting by the bed in his nightclothes, staring blankly. He clearly hadn't figured out what was going on.

When he saw his tutor, his eyes lit up. Looking up at him, he said, "Please teach me, sir."

The long-missed word "sir" left Chu Zhiyuan dazed. Looking again at those eyes, full of the same earnest enthusiasm he'd seen when Xin Wujiu first became his pupil, Chu Zhiyuan hesitated.

"I'll trust you one last time."

The troops were recalled.

Although he let Xin Wujiu keep the throne, Chu Zhiyuan never forgot the lessons of his previous life. He secretly vowed that at the first sign of the young emperor's incompetence or tyranny, he would depose him without hesitation.

To that end, Chu Zhiyuan was on his guard at every turn. But who could have guessed that after being reborn, Xin Wujiu would not only become diligent in governing, but also show unprecedented "respect for his teacher and his teachings"?

"I ought to follow your instruction, sir."

"I ought to heed your advice, sir."

"I ought to go along with your decisions, sir."

"What? You cursed me while drunk, sir? Then I... ought to submit."

Every time Chu Zhiyuan resolved to kill him, Xin Wujiu would find a way to put that thought out.

Gradually, amid their endless push and pull, the Great Yu Empire truly did sweep away its entrenched ills, complete its reforms, reclaim lost territory, and restore the nation's fortunes.

Having fulfilled the wish he'd carried through two lifetimes, Chu Zhiyuan was overcome with joy and drank himself into a stupor. He grabbed the emperor by the collar as the young man stepped forward to support him, and accidentally let his true feelings slip:

"If Your Majesty ever oversteps your bounds, I still won't let you off lightly."

The young emperor held the dazed imperial tutor in his arms. The earnest devotion in his eyes finally turned into undisguised possessiveness. His hand tightened around the waist beneath that crimson official robe, and his voice grew faintly husky:

"Whatever you wish, sir, I will always obey."

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The History of Yu records: Chu Zhiyuan, imperial tutor of the Great Yu Empire, was a man of striking bearing and extraordinary talent. He spent his whole life serving his country with all his heart, yet was mistrusted by his ruler and met an untimely end.

Xin Jiu, an ardent admirer of the imperial tutor, closed the history book and thought, If I were the emperor of Yu, I would do everything in my power to give sir a happy ending.

The famously handsome and peerless Grand Tutor Qiu, the youngest top graduate of the Great Yan dynasty, woke one day to find himself fallen from a high platform and robbed of his memories. He didn't even know his own name, only that the powerful Prince Yan, Feng Lin, had taken him home.

Feng Lin, Prince Yan, was famed throughout the land for his ruthless methods and wolfish nature. Those who caught his eye had only two choices: be taken for his own or be burned to ashes. After much thought, the Grand Tutor chose the former and became a flower of the prince's court.

Everyone at court and in the countryside, whether they knew the truth or not, lamented that such a precious pearl had fallen into the wrong hands. Little did they know that the beauty who lived by pleasing the prince was his beloved, the one closest to his heart, and also his dark moonlight, the lifeblood in his heart...

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Feng Lin had known for a long time that his years of wandering and hardship were all because of one thoughtless remark from that man.

When Feng Lin was rescued by him, he still swore that one day he would bite through that man's neck.

But when that man truly fell into irredeemable ruin, Feng Lin changed his mind.

The young wolf no longer wanted to trample that lofty flower. He wanted to carry it home in his jaws and hear him cry, hear him say no, hear him say he wanted more.

Theme: Staying true to yourself in adversity