I Choose Who Gets to Be The Emperor

Wen Zhuo, head of the Hanlin Academy, was born into poverty and suffered constant bullying until his personality became twisted. He had a taste for men.

Just then, the old emperor fell gravely ill, and the seven princes formally began their struggle for the throne.

The Sixth Prince suddenly declared that there was nothing shameful about loving someone of the same sex. Once he ascended the throne, he would allow open discussion and set the record straight.

Wen Zhuo believed him.

He stirred up turmoil at court and harmed the princes, earning himself a mountain of infamy.

But after the Sixth Prince became emperor, he branded Wen Zhuo a modern-day Zhao Gao and had him shot through with arrows in the middle of the street, his blood staining the road, as a warning to others.

In his final moments, the Sixth Prince sneered, “For a man to willingly take the submissive role is enough to make me sick.”

When he opened his eyes again, Wen Zhuo had been reborn to a time when his power was at its height.

The Sixth Prince was already waiting outside his residence, sipping tea and hoping for his guidance.

Wen Zhuo lowered his gaze to Shen Zheng, the hostage prince from the returning court, kneeling before him and enduring the humiliation in silence.

In his previous life, he seemed to have been humiliating him on the Sixth Prince’s behalf.

Wen Zhuo lifted a hand and hooked a finger under Shen Zheng’s chin. His long hair fell loose, and his affectionate eyes crinkled with a smile. “Do you want to be emperor?”

Shen Zheng wiped the blood from his nose. “Huh?”

Wen Zhuo: “…”

Shen Zheng, a college guy who had just registered on a gay dating site, transmigrated into the body of a prince destined to suffer humiliation from beginning to end and die a gruesome death.

Sure enough, the moment he arrived, he was being humiliated…

Shen Zheng looked at the treacherous minister before him, a man as beautiful as an immortal. A glimpse of skin beneath his undershirt, and the bewitching charm in his eyes, could drown any rugged Alpha.

This was supposed to be humiliation?

Shen Zheng waved a hand. “We can talk about becoming emperor later. Right now, the most urgent thing is for you to humiliate me hard. Immediately.”

Wen Zhuo: “?”

Later, it took just one meeting with Shen Zheng for Wen Zhuo to go from carefree and uninhibited to clutching his undershirt at every moment.

Shen Zheng lazily gathered him into his arms, untied his hair ribbon, and kissed him again and again. “I think Teacher is still far too old-fashioned. There’s nothing shameful about wearing sexy lingerie, and marrying me isn’t shameful either.”

Wen Zhuo was mortified. He clamped a hand over Shen Zheng’s mouth. Beneath his bell-adorned toes lay the late emperor’s edict ordering his execution.

Bonus scene:

Wen Zhuo reclined in a grand chair, sipping tea with his eyes closed.

A subordinate rushed in. “My lord, His Majesty has come to see you through the tunnel again! Again! Again!”

Wen Zhuo, the ruthless and vengeful, snatched up a sweet rice cake and ran.

Subordinate: Sobs.jpg

[A treacherous minister and teacher who thinks he’s a daring libertine but is actually pure-hearted x a transmigrated prince with unusual tastes who thinks he’s upright and reserved]

Coming soon: The Feudal Emperor Forced to Spend the Night

Shen Ji, founding emperor of the Great Qian dynasty, was born poor but governed diligently and spent half his life on the battlefield. At last, he united the realm and accomplished a great feat.

After years of war had left few able-bodied men, he established strict laws early on to ensure lasting peace and protect the nation from foreign threats. Men were forbidden to love one another, on pain of being exiled a thousand miles away and enslaved.

When he died, all he wished for was the prosperity of Great Qian for generations to come.

When he opened his eyes again, he knew something was terribly wrong!

He’d transmigrated into the body of a gay man who had been abandoned and forced into a substitute marriage. Shen Ji’s vision went dark.

The new emperor of an enemy kingdom was consumed by desire and loved only men. Shen Ji’s vision went dark again.

The new emperor fell in love with him at first sight and wanted to make him empress. Shen Ji fainted dead away.

Shang Zheng had once served Emperor Taizu of Qian and was known as the “Chancellor in Black,” the greatest strategist in the realm.

After becoming too powerful for his own good and meeting an untimely death in his youth, he was reborn a century later as a prince of Nanping, a rival kingdom.

He employed one brilliant scheme after another amid the turmoil and successfully seized the throne. But then the fearsome general who had shaken Nanping took advantage of his youth and harbored treacherous intentions.

He deliberately summoned the general’s son to the palace to spend the night.

But before they could get to anything, the man passed out. How interesting.

He was a substitute groom, and he had a lover outside the palace, too. Even more interesting.

When Shang Zheng discovered that the impostor looked exactly like the man he had served in his previous life, he smiled. This was simply too interesting.

Shang Zheng’s only joy in life was bullying the former master of the Kongtong sect every day.

Shen Ji’s greatest torment was being scared half to death by a madman every day.

Bonus scene:

Shang Zheng exerted himself. “Why is my lord crying? It breaks my heart.”

Shen Ji bit the brocade quilt.

Shang Zheng kept going. “My lord is trembling so much. I deserve to die for this.”

Shen Ji gasped deeply.

Shang Zheng smiled without stopping. “My lord is glaring at me. I must have offended you.”

Shen Ji bared his canines and grabbed Shang Zheng by the collar. “Shut up and do it!”

[A ruthless, cold-hearted, indifferent warlord in a chaotic age, the bottom x a bizarre, devoted, possessive strategist, the top]

Coming soon: The Miaojiang Saint Son Transmigrates into a Godfather Novel

Xuan Shu, the Saint Son of Miaojiang, spent every day among venomous insects. Extremely solitary and emotionally unresponsive, he had little understanding of human feelings.

On the day of the mountain sacrifice, he transmigrated into a classic Godfather novel, The Hesse Family, becoming an Asian international student.

In the story, the elder Hesse adopted two sons. The older one was Giovanni, and the younger one was Fenilo.

Giovanni was hot-tempered and ambitious, determined to take full control of the Godfather’s business. Meanwhile, Fenilo was still just a law student.

In truth, Fenilo was a demon in a gentle man’s clothing. In the future, he would single-handedly wipe out the four great families, drive Giovanni to his death, and control New York’s economic lifeline.

Xuan Shu knew none of this.

On his first day on campus, he walked past more than a dozen security guards standing at attention and, looking completely lost, went straight up to the gentle Fenilo, with his blond hair and green eyes.

“Hello. Could you tell me how to get to the embassy?”

The Godfather’s son was studying law, and the public was already in an uproar. Everyone at the university was afraid of the young master and kept their distance. No one expected an Asian student to approach him first.

“He must be crazy, picking a fight with the Hesse family.”

“What a pathetic trick. Does he think he can seduce Fenilo?”

“He’s good-looking, but Fenilo still likes sexy white women!”

Fenilo raised a hand to stop the security guards and studied the calm young man before him: pale and slender, with pitch-black eyes and no tattoos or piercings.

After a long moment, he smiled, slowly took off his gloves, and handed over his own business card for the first time in his life.

“Call me,” he said.

Xuan Shu was disappointed. The other man didn’t understand him. Perhaps he should find someone Chinese and ask for help.

He turned to leave, unaware that those cold, eerie green eyes remained fixed on him.

Forced to make a life in New York, Xuan Shu found trouble everywhere. The next time he was alone and cornered in an alley by local teenagers, he finally let his expression darken.

Before long, the group fled the alley as if they’d seen a ghost.

After dealing with the trouble, Xuan Shu continued on in silence, but the gaze following him grew more intense.

Later, Fenilo helped the federal government eliminate the four great families and emerged from the shadows alone. People were astonished to learn that he had a lover he’d cherished for ten years.

And that lover was the federal government’s first Asian attorney general.

How do you keep the second-generation Godfather from turning into a demon?

Xuan Shu looked bewildered. “I have no idea.”

As he put on a bunny tail, he explained, “I just sleep in his bed every day. He hasn’t turned bad yet. Can someone tell me how to stop him?”

“I shall descend upon you like eternal night, make your trembling body my throne, and drain every last drop of your submission until you are utterly lost in my embrace.”

[An extremely emotionally unresponsive, beautiful Asian bottom who doesn’t try to seduce but does so by accident x a seemingly gentle but truly demonic, inexplicably devoted and possessive second-generation Godfather top]

Core message: The path to light