This story is about an assassin who ends up in an unknown dynasty.
There is no outline.
The ending may be happy or sad.
Updates will definitely be slow.
The overall style is lighthearted, with some serious parts. If any lines seem familiar, it's purely because of things I've picked up over time, with absolutely no intention of plagiarizing. If it really bothers you, please point them out and I promise to revise them.
No guarantees that there won't be any landmines, but feel free to chat and leave comments.
Tentative keyword: Transmigration (No guarantees about the pairing. It depends on how the story develops and how much support it gets.)
"Good grief, all I want is a quiet life.
To go sightseeing now and then, find a pretty wife, have an adorable son, and then kick the bucket before my wife does. Why does it have to be so complicated? Fine, fine, if being gay is what it is, then so be it. It's not illegal. If I'm the bottom, then I'm the bottom. As a capable assassin, how can I fail at something this trivial?
What's wrong with being the bottom? I'm still a man. Otherwise, why call it homosexuality? I might as well go find a girl! Hey! Stop thinking you can hold me hostage. You'll get yourself killed. Stop thinking you can force yourself on me. I'll turn the tables on you. Stop thinking you have to protect me. You're the one who needs protecting. Stop thinking you can reform me. I'm evil by nature~ A warning to all you creeps out there: yes, you, who else are you looking at? Don't mistake bean buns for proper food, don't mistake a village head for an official, and don't mistake a bottom for anything but a man!"
Yan Yu
Hhhh where are you? Fenglin, who looks gentle but is actually sinister; Straw, who plays a supporting role, is enthusiastic and simple; Xuru, who is domineering and befitting his name