I Volunteered to Marry the Eunuch Lord

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In his previous life, the Ye family was framed by treacherous officials. Three thousand soldiers of the Ye family, including their commander, fought to the death at Yanhang Mountain. None survived, except the Ye family's second son, Ye Guanlan.

Ye Guanlan was escorted back to Zhen Du. At death's door in prison, he looked back on the past and realized that the signs of defeat had begun with an absurd imperial marriage decree.

Reborn, he steeled himself to save his family from ruin. Dressed in fine clothes and bridal red, Ye Guanlan volunteered to take the bride's place. His groom was none other than Lu Yishan, the all-powerful Ninth Thousand Years of the current dynasty.

Everyone said the second young master was contemptible, throwing away his reputation to consort with a eunuch. Others pitied him, saying that Lu Yishan had shed the blood of countless meritorious officials and famed generals, and Ye Guanlan's fate would surely be a grim one.

But when the veil was lifted, Ye Guanlan saw a glimmer of light flash through those cold, sharp eyes...

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Lately, Lu Yishan has been having a strange dream.

That year, snow blanketed Zhen Du, whitening the upturned eaves. He waited with a lantern outside the tall walls of the Imperial Prison, but after a long time, all that came was a straw mat and a death notice. The coroner's constable said the Ye family's second young master had died of illness brought on by grief and sorrow.

"But when the second young master died, he said he didn't know you at all, Director!"

Beautiful, strong, tragic fake-eunuch top

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A brilliant, almost demonic young master bottom. Complete manuscript ready.

Here's an upcoming novel: "Mistakenly Entangled with a Scheming Official After Going Blind"

1

As a member of an assassin organization, Linghu Sui had no great ambitions. In his free time, he liked listening to music, and he was especially powerless to resist a pleasing voice.

After a mission went wrong, he injured his eyes. He had planned to retire, but a faint cry in the snow made him stop.

"Help me..."

That single call stirred ripples in his lifeless world.

Linghu Sui fell for the voice, but when he brought the person home, he discovered they were a "bottled-up mute."

Taking advantage of his blindness, he teased them in every way, tracing a finger over their Adam's apple.

"Why not pay off your debt by selling your voice?"

The "bottled-up mute" struggled free. "Have you no shame!"

One drunken night, he somehow ended up tangled together with someone.

When he woke, the organization had tracked him down, forcing him to become a heartless lover who had seduced and abandoned his partner.

2

After his sight returned, the organization forced him to assume another person's identity and marry into a prince's manor. His target was none other than the Prince of Liang, famed throughout the land for his iron-fisted authority.

The Prince of Liang was said to be cold-hearted and ruthless, with brutal methods. Linghu Sui, who was used to lazing around, said, "I'm out!"

Fortunately, the heavens were on his side. Before the Prince of Liang's wedding, he came down with a terrible illness, so severe he couldn't even speak.

Linghu Sui secretly rejoiced. Putting on the air of a delicate, helpless princess consort, he acted out a devoted romance in public while looking for a chance to escape in private.

At last, he got his wish. But then a familiar voice came from behind him.

His supposedly terminally ill husband was standing there in perfect health, smiling like ice floating on spring water.

"Your assassination attempt failed, so why are you leaving without accomplishing anything, my dear?"

3

Linghu Sui didn't know that his assassination plan had been exposed from the start. Everyone in the manor looked at him like a piece of meat on a chopping board.

Every day, everyone asked: Has the prince made a move today?

"Not yet. But the prince dismissed the servants around the young consort, declaring that only he could enter the consort's separate courtyard."

"That's not all. The prince also had a silver chain made and tortures him every night. Poor young consort, he's too afraid to even cry out..."

Until one day, someone stumbled upon the manor's secret chamber, inside its warm, humid bedchamber...

The young man's eyes were blindfolded, and a collar around his neck left alluring red marks as he panted.

"You wanted to pay off your debt by selling your voice. This prince did as you asked, so why aren't you happy, Sui?"

"Don't want any more?"

The jade-faced demon, whose reputation was enough to make children stop crying at night, tightened the silver chain link by link. His cool voice took on a hint of desire.

"But it's clear you still can't bear to part with my voice..."

Theme: My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's.