Climbing into the Emperor's Bed

Xie Yuncheng died, leaving behind only a wisp of his soul. He watched as the border defenses of Great Liang fell and its people were displaced, but he had long since lost the strength to grieve. All he had was a cup of muddy wine with which to question the heavens. He wanted to ask: Was this so-called “golden age,” bought with the wrongful deaths of every member of the Xie clan, truly what the Lu family had wanted? Everyone sighed and said, “This is the fate of the nation. The tide of history has already, ” ...passed? Xie Yuncheng opened his eyes again. A young prince, Lu Jue, with bright eyes, white teeth, and black hair tied high, was running straight toward him. Instinctively, Xie reached out and pulled the slim young man by the waist into his arms. Mm. Warm, soft, and nice to hold. ...Wait? Lu Jue's sparkling puppy eyes brimmed with tears as he exclaimed joyfully, “Today is my investiture ceremony. You have to come!” Xie Yuncheng fell silent for two seconds, then casually pinched the young man's waist. The pinch made him topple into Xie's arms. Seeing Lu Jue's ears turn bright red in an instant, Xie Yuncheng suddenly understood. The twelfth year of the Tianqi era. The heavens had not forsaken the Xie family. That year, the entire Xie clan had yet to be slaughtered by treacherous ministers. The Xie estate still stood as the cornerstone of the nation, revered by everyone at court. His elder sister, his mother, his father, and his loyal brothers were all alive. Xie Yuncheng glanced at Lu Jue. If he were to overthrow the Lu family's imperial rule... This innocent, harmless little prince might not be a bad choice to use. But if he wanted people to believe that the Xie family, long uninvolved in factional strife, had suddenly switched sides and planned to put the least favored, discarded Lu Jue on the throne, there was one troublesome matter to deal with first... The unsavory feelings that His Highness Lu had failed to keep hidden. The year Xie Yuncheng died on the battlefield, his drifting soul had witnessed it with his own eyes. The usually carefree little prince Lu, who did nothing useful and only bickered and threw tantrums with him, had trembled as he wiped the blood from Xie's face. Then, with reverence, he had placed a gentle kiss on Xie's lips. Oh dear. This was going to be difficult. Xie Yuncheng folded his fan, stepped aside, and gently pushed Lu Jue away. His foxlike eyes curved as he lowered his gaze with a faint smile. “Your Highness Lu, throwing yourself into my arms like this would be quite improper if anyone saw.” Lu Jue's eyes were red, and the flush spread from his ears down his neck. He clenched his teeth and said nothing, but secretly swore to himself: Once I kill my father and seize power, I'll preserve the Xie family's honors and ensure their prosperity for generations! I will tie you to the dragon bed and take you day and night! Please, love me. · Xie Yuncheng is the gong. The blurb is from his perspective, while the main story's perspective serves the plot. The gong dotes on the shou. Not recommended for readers who are particular about gong or shou roles. · No role reversal, no switching, no gong reversal. One-on-one, both are each other's only partners, happy ending, both reborn. Theme: The nation and its people come first