Reborn as the Dark Prince’s Beloved

[Upcoming novels: “The Emperor Is Carrying the Eunuch’s Baby” and “Master, I Cultivate the Heartless Dao”] Jiang Wangjin, heir to the Marquis’s estate. In his previous life, despite his frail health, he worked himself to the bone and rose to high office, all to help the Seventh Prince ascend the throne. He even broke with his elder brother for him. In the end, he was betrayed by his trusted aides, rejected by the young general he had grown up with, and fell out with his close friend… He met the fate of a bird whose usefulness had ended: cast aside and left to die in a foreign land. After being reborn, Jiang Wangjin decided to live a life of wealth and leisure, content to rely on his family and elder brother’s protection. When the Seventh Prince once again extended an offer, Jiang Wangjin covered his chest with one hand and his mouth with the other. When he lowered his hand, blood stained his palm. “I’m afraid my health won’t allow me to help Your Highness.” After speaking, he turned to his elder brother, who seemed to have merely been passing by, and reached out to him. “Brother, I want to go home.” Jiang Nanshao fell silent for a moment, then picked up this “younger brother,” who had never liked him, and took him home. From that day on, Jiang Wangjin refused all visitors. He turned away the young general who came to see him and deliberately missed the chance to meet the friend he had known in his previous life. It was also from that day that Jiang Nanshao realized he seemed to share a strange connection with his nominal “younger brother.” He could always tell the moment the other fell ill or grew weak. But Jiang Nanshao never expected the connection to go both ways… Because of his frail health, Jiang Wangjin was especially sensitive. Whenever Jiang Nanshao’s emotions ran high, he had a particularly hard time enduring it. In those moments, he would suffer in silence, his whole body flushed red as he wondered: “What is my elder brother doing…?” At the same time, the servants of the Jiang household heard their young heir talking about his brother all day long, never going more than a few words without mentioning him. They often saw the young heir nestled in the eldest young master’s arms, too. - In the Jiang household, Jiang Nanshao was publicly known as Marquis Jiang’s adopted son. In private, everyone thought he was the Marquis’s illegitimate child. Then one day, Jiang Nanshao’s true identity was revealed: the former empress’s orphan, the young crown prince who had supposedly “died” long ago. Looking at how the story had changed beyond recognition from his previous life, Jiang Wangjin clutched his chest, realizing his carefree days were about to end. Unwilling to get dragged into court politics again, he packed his belongings that very night, ready to leave the capital. But in the middle of the night, a figure in a four-clawed python robe stood motionless beneath the corridor for who knew how long. His gaze swept over the bundle in Jiang Wangjin’s hands, turning colder by the moment. “Didn’t you say you loved your brother and wanted to stay with him forever?” In the end, Jiang Wangjin was ushered back into his room, clutching his aching chest. A low, soothing murmur sounded beside his ear. “You’re so weak. Where do you think you’re going?” The determination hidden beneath that gentle voice was unnerving. “Stay. Become the crown prince’s consort.” “Stay by my side.” · A scheming crown prince who keeps his true strength hidden x a carefree, frail heir who has been reborn · Reader advisory: Frail, frail, frail, extremely frail · An ordinary sweet romance. The plot doesn’t stand up to scrutiny, and there isn’t much political intrigue. The author’s ability is limited, so readers who enjoy intricate plots and political maneuvering should proceed with caution! · Updates at midnight every night. I’ll post a notice if there’s no update~ -- Upcoming novel: “The Emperor Is Carrying the Eunuch’s Baby” Blurb: Zhao Xi was reborn. He was still the powerless, unfree puppet emperor. In his previous life, the late emperor had trusted the eunuch, allowing him to exploit his influence and meddle in politics. Unwilling to remain under someone else’s thumb, Zhao Xi tried to seize power, but lost by a single move. His trusted aides joined forces with the regent and the great general to depose him and install a new emperor. He became the most pathetic ruler in Beilin’s history. Reborn, Zhao Xi saw the danger coming and planned to deal with his enemies one by one, clearing every obstacle from his path. The eunuch, the regent, the great general: they were all merely his subjects. Zhao Xi played all sides against one another. Gradually, he uncovered a secret. The powerful, treacherous Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years, the most influential man in the court, was actually a eunuch in name only. He had fooled everyone. What’s more, one day Zhao Xi woke from a dream, summoned the Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years whom he had hated and despised in his previous life, and discovered that he could hear the man’s thoughts. “His Majesty looks beautiful in red.” Zhao Xi froze. He looked at the eunuch before him, dressed in crimson and wickedly alluring, with a face so delicate it seemed almost feminine. Then he suddenly kicked the man away. “Get out.” Wen Renji lowered his eyes and bowed as he backed out of the hall. Zhao Xi could just make out one more thought: “If only I could hold His Majesty’s toes and kiss them.” - Zhao Xi never imagined that the eunuch was harboring such thoughts about him. No wonder he had always been so obsequious and attentive, even more so than he had been with the late emperor. Beneath that wolfish ambition, who would have thought he also had designs on stealing a kiss? Honestly… What a shameless bastard! Now that he knew how Wen Renji felt, Zhao Xi had no qualms about using him. The eunuch bowed and scraped, catering to his every whim. Zhao Xi thought he had the man firmly under his thumb. Then he noticed that his belly was growing larger by the day. In a fit of rage, Zhao Xi summoned the man and declared, “I’ll have you executed today!” Wen Renji approached with a smile and pulled the emperor, whose features had grown ever sharper and more imperious, into his arms. He buried his face in the other man’s neck, utterly besotted. His usually cold voice was now full of infatuation. “I’ll gladly die, but first you have to let me kiss you, Your Majesty.” -- Upcoming novel: “Master, I Cultivate the Heartless Dao” Blurb: Sang Miao was eighteen when he learned he lived inside a book. In the story, his rare spirit-linking constitution, found only once in ten thousand years, had earned him a place at the foremost immortal sect. He became the head disciple of Xuanmiao Sect. But the moment he formed his sword bones, their fate was sealed: they would be dug out, and his Golden Core shattered. He would have to watch as his once-caring junior disciple, his close friend who had always stood by him, and his respected, beloved master gave his sword bones to someone else. His spirit-linking constitution would be taken, too. By the time Sang Miao understood what was happening, his sword bones were nearly formed and the plot was right around the corner. So without hesitation, he switched to cultivating the Heartless Dao, putting an end to their hopes of taking his spirit-linking constitution. - But unexpectedly, the junior disciple who had always been arrogant and disrespectful toward him began trying to please him in every way, even going so far as to fall into demonic cultivation. His aloof, proud friend willingly made himself a laughingstock for Sang Miao’s sake. And then there was… His master, who had always been disciplined and devoted to the Great Dao, gave up all his cultivation for Sang Miao and defied all moral and ethical rules, just to become his Dao companion. Sang Miao watched impassively as they regretted everything, growing mad with jealousy whenever they saw him getting close to someone else. In the end, he was pinned against the bed, with the usually restrained man’s eyes bloodshot. Sang Miao coolly drew his sword, and blood poured out. With blood beading at the corner of his eye, he gazed calmly at the man. “Master, I cultivate the Heartless Dao.” · Master top x disciple bottom · A groveling pursuit after the breakup, plus proving the Dao by killing one’s husband -- Theme: Face life’s hardships with courage, and keep striving to live.