General Gu, who should have had a brilliant future, became a prince in name only after his leg was crippled. From phoenix to pheasant overnight, even Kun Lords from families of equal standing avoided him like the plague.
He couldn't be bothered to force a match. Spending his days admiring flowers and scenery was peaceful enough for him.
He never expected things to change so quickly: the Chancellor's newly found youngest son was granted in marriage to him.
Gu Wangsheng said, bewildered, "Huh?"
Only when the imperial decree was handed to him did he dare believe it. So there really was an unlucky fellow who'd been granted in marriage to him. Figuring that if they couldn't have a wedding, they could always become sworn brothers instead, he asked his Kun Lord a world-shaking question on their wedding day.
Gu Wangsheng: "Do you want to consummate the marriage with me?"
Han Yutan was at a loss for words. "...What else would we do?"
At that, Gu Wangsheng calmly brought out dozens of rare, collector's-edition erotic books. The two spent their wedding night poring over the countless positions in them, without sleeping a wink.
Han Yutan: "This seems so difficult..."
Gu Wangsheng agreed. "It is wishful thinking to expect a cripple to manage moves like these."
He and Han Yutan got along well after they married. But one day, Han Yutan suddenly broke with his usual behavior and straddled him, sitting in front of him. His narrow eyes were brimming with affection, but his words sent a chill through Gu Wangsheng.
In a voice only the two of them could hear, Han Yutan said gently, "Your Highness, I want to top."
Gu Wangsheng sighed helplessly. He supported his Kun Lord with one hand, tucked the stray hair at his temple behind his ear with the other, and gazed at the sky outside. "The spring cold is lingering. Autumn will be just right."
Han Yutan sighed about the spring chill too, then paused and glanced back at him.
"Your Highness agrees?"
Gu Wangsheng simply said:
"Whatever you wish for, I can grant."
Theme: Good and evil both reap what they sow