The King Has Dropped the Act

[Check out my upcoming novel, My Shizun Always Wants to Use His Seniority Against Me. The blurb is below.]

{A seemingly innocent, pitiful schemer of a fox on the receiving end x a seemingly incompetent, useless emperor who is actually a kind, devoted roughneck who puts his wife above all else}

Lin Jiyu died in the eighth year of his life as a male consort, sacrificed in burial rites for Emperor Yu, whom he had barely ever seen.

He had spent half his life scheming and striving, believing that once he escaped the Lin residence, he would have a world of his own. Instead, he was locked inside the palace, an even larger cage.

At last, Emperor Yu passed away. Lin Jiyu had bribed craftsmen ahead of time to build a secret passage in the imperial tomb, and he was thrilled to think he could finally escape.

Who would have thought that the eunuch in charge would nail his coffin shut, leaving him trapped with no way out to suffocate to death?

He hated a life in which fate had played such cruel tricks on him.

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Ji You died, but his soul had yet to leave for the afterlife. Floating above the palace, he watched the officials kneel and weep with false sincerity.

Then they sealed away his prized calligraphy and paintings, his wood carvings, and his male consort in the imperial tomb prepared for him long ago.

He hadn't been particularly reluctant to leave, apart from regretting that he died before he could build his own coffin.

But now he had one more regret: his male consort, who had never enjoyed any of the good things in life with him, was being forced to join him in death. He felt guilty.

If only he could start over...

*

Ji You never expected that when he opened his eyes again, he would truly return to the past, back to when both his body and his manhood were still in their prime!!!

But some things seemed to have gone off track. How had his kindhearted, sweet, gentle male consort from his past life become so ruthless and vindictive???

Even worse, he was wildly attracted to this male consort who seemed ready to stab anyone he laid eyes on. He couldn't bear to let anyone else have his treasure, with his slender waist, curvy hips, and peach blossoms blooming beneath his snowy skin at the lightest touch...

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{Sickly, beautiful god x brooding disciple consumed by hatred born of love}

Tang Jujing had terrible luck. He was born purple all over, and if his father hadn't crawled and kowtowed all the way from the birthing room to the temple, until his head was bloody, he would never have had the chance to open his eyes.

The aloof, cold-hearted Great Emperor, who had stood above the world for over a thousand years, softened for the first time and gave him the chance to live. So the first thing Tang Jujing saw was the Great Emperor Xia Guang, whose radiance was taller than mountains, eyes closed as if he could not bear to look upon the world.

He thought it was fate. It took him many years to understand that it was a curse, a debt.

That debt meant his birth mother died the moment he opened his eyes. It meant he was locked away in a mountain temple from childhood. And when he tried to escape, his own father force-fed cinnabar into the space between his brows, dedicating him as a disciple to a fallen immortal hated by gods and demons alike.

Through more than five thousand days kneeling in the temple, hatred took root and sprouted in his heart.

He wanted the Great Emperor Xia Guang dead, but the emperor was already dead.

Then rumors of the emperor's resurrection suddenly began to spread. On a rainy night, Tang Jujing found a face he had seen day and night, one he could never forget even in death. Only then did he realize that all these years, his resentment came down to this: the Great Emperor had always been so far above him, never willing to open his eyes and look at the one who had tried so hard to please him.

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Yun Qishi had slain countless demons and purged the Three Realms. When he proclaimed himself emperor and basked in all his glory, he never imagined that if his true identity were exposed, he would go from being revered by all to a reviled outcast in an instant.

As he was besieged, he used his last bit of divine power to preserve his immortal soul. With the Sparrow Terrace, which he had painstakingly nurtured with his heart's blood, and the sleeping person within it, he fell into the bottomless abyss. Overnight, every statue of the Great Emperor Xia Guang in the world closed its eyes and looked away from the mortal realm.

He never expected that more than thirty years later, someone would repeatedly shake his coffin and dig up his grave for their own selfish reasons. Yun Qishi woke, full of resentment, only to discover that he had somehow gained an unwanted disciple.

Aside from his hibiscus-like face, the red jewel set between his brows, and his two plump, vivid red lips that looked as if they had been ravaged, the disciple also bore a striking resemblance to the person lying in the Sparrow Terrace.

Lost in passion, he deceived himself, using his seniority to overpower his junior. Eyes shut, he gripped his unwanted disciple's chin and kissed him fiercely, forcing him to accept the feelings he had hidden for a thousand years.

He had only one thought: if their skin, flesh, and bones all looked alike, then why couldn't they be the same person?

A little bonus scene, with no bearing on the story:

Tang Jujing and Yun Qishi were both inexperienced, one young and the other old. Even after they confessed their feelings, they each kept countless unspeakable thoughts to themselves and acted innocent and chaste on the surface.

Until one day, Tang Jujing accidentally (allegedly) walked in on Yun Qishi bathing. He saw the man's sharply defined eight-pack abs, and the farther his eyes traveled, the wider they opened in shock...

Even as Yun Qishi pulled him into the tub, Tang Jujing couldn't help asking, "You look like you're so frail and short-lived that a gust of wind could knock you over. How did you grow up to look like this?!"

Even as Yun Qishi pushed him down, he took the time to explain. "My ancestors were rich. When I was young, I ate a whole deer every day."

The last thought Tang Jujing had before losing consciousness was: Holy crap, a pure Yang constitution is terrifying!

[The full novel is already written. It will launch during summer vacation. Please add it to your library.]

Theme: No matter how things begin, as long as you work hard and persevere, the ending will turn out as you wish.