The Imperial Tutor Is Here

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Healing / dominant gong / pregnancy

Gentle, refined beauty of an imperial tutor gong x sickly, wolf-cub emperor shou

Gu Xiyu read a political intrigue novel. Its protagonist was the Seventh Prince of the Feng Dynasty, who was hated by the emperor from a young age and lived in the Cold Palace, enduring endless abuse. In the end, he turned evil and climbed onto the throne over the corpses of his father and brothers.

But after ascending the throne, the young emperor did whatever he pleased and gradually became a tyrant. He not only persecuted loyal and worthy officials, but even defied all conventions by insisting on taking a man as his empress.

When Gu Xiyu woke up, he discovered that he had become the book's brilliant and exceptionally gifted tutor, who would later oppose the young emperor's plan to take a man as his empress, be torn apart by five horses, and die young... a disposable Imperial Preceptor.

Looking at the pitiful, filthy little child on the ground, Gu Xiyu couldn't connect him with the violent, murderous emperor he would become. His heart softened, and he reached out to pick him up. “From today on, I am your teacher. You must respect your teacher...”

Before he could finish, the little fellow, fierce as a wolf cub, bit him hard.

Gu Xiyu looked at the bloody bite mark and helplessly pinched the little one's cheek.

Never mind. If I raise him right, he should stop being so fierce, shouldn't he?

Under Gu Xiyu's devoted care, Jiang Yan, once as thin as a stick, finally began to fill out. Gu Xiyu felt a great sense of accomplishment. To avoid being torn apart by five horses, he taught his student poetry and books while reminding him to keep his distance from the heir of the Prince of Zhennan, who had a penchant for men.

But just to be safe, after helping Jiang Yan ascend the throne, Gu Xiyu retired from public life and decided to fake his death and leave the capital.

Little did he know that after he left, the young emperor would stare at the charred corpse, unrecognizable beyond all recognition, and cry like a child.

In Jiang Yan's memory, his teacher was the first person to hold him and the first to treat him with genuine kindness.

At first, to earn a word of praise from his teacher, he did as he was told, keeping away from the heir of the Prince of Zhennan and working hard on the lessons assigned to him.

But little by little, he wanted more and more. He longed for his teacher's warm embrace and the lovely, comforting scent on his body. He even secretly kissed his teacher on the face while he slept.

At some point, he had begun to desire his own teacher. But he had always been someone who defied convention. Even if the flames of passion consumed him, even if he had to travel to the underworld and back, he would never regret it.

Gu Xiyu knew that, as the student he had personally taught, it was only a matter of time before Jiang Yan realized he had faked his death.

But he never imagined that, to keep him by his side, the pampered young emperor would secretly take a pregnancy drug.

Gu Xiyu looked at Jiang Yan's slightly rounded belly, his gaze complicated.

Jiang Yan obediently rubbed against the trembling fingertips before him, his eyes full of smug delight. “Since Weiming doesn't want to be my teacher, then be my empress instead.”

[Pregnancy. The young emperor has an extremely strong possessive streak. The shou is physically stronger than the gong.]

[My first time writing a main gong story. I'm trying out a new genre, so readers with extreme character preferences may want to skip this.]

Theme: The wind will one day carry me across the waves; I will set my cloud-white sail and cross the sea.