Everyone in Court Is Straight Except Me

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-------------------Original Blurb-------------------

Ever since transmigrating, Chang Heng vowed to become a diligent, dedicated emperor whose name would go down in history! But lately, he's run into a very vexing problem:

He discovered that every man in the court, from the chancellor down to the imperial guards, was gay. Everyone except him! If this keeps up, the Hengyang Kingdom will soon be plunged into an aging population crisis. As a wise ruler, how could Chang Heng allow such a threat to the state to continue?

To reverse this corrupt trend and cleanse the court, he decided to join forces with his straight uncle, Regent King Qi Yu, and repeal the old decree legalizing marriage between men.

He would also hold a consort-selection ceremony to ensure the Hengyang dynasty had an heir, setting an example for those gay ministers!

But halfway through the ceremony, while suffering through a gaggle of unattractive candidates, Chang Heng discovered an even more horrifying truth:

His uncle, so handsome and valiant, who had watched him grow up and been so kind to him, the uncle he trusted with all his heart, was clutching the underwear Chang Heng had worn and softly calling his name while masturbating!

Damn it! Whoever wants to be emperor can have the job. I'm done! Not one normal person in this place!

[Manipulative, fatherly, scheming white-lotus regent top VS innocent, upright, tsundere beauty emperor bottom]

[Warnings]:

1. A short, sweet romance focused on the relationship, with a silly tone. One-on-one, both virgins, older top, happy ending.

2. The top is a prince of a different surname, thirteen years older than the bottom. They are not related by blood, and this is not a fake father-son story.

3. Other characters may also appear in this novel, each with their own little stories.

4. I'm currently revising the story! Fixing typos and paragraph breaks, and adding some details. The overall content won't be affected.

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Shen Qingyu, chief minister of the Great Tang, is a high-ranking official with a frosty, proud disposition. He has always been disciplined and proper, never doing anything improper.

Except for the night he was ordered to suppress bandits. Some villains drugged and framed him, forcing him to spend a night of passion with a rogue. When he woke, the rogue was nowhere to be found. Shen, usually so dignified and self-controlled, cursed for the first time in his life and swore he would kill the shameless scoundrel!

Months later, in a dark, airless prison, he saw the rogue who had assaulted him again.

A cold smile touched Shen Qingyu's lips. Beneath the gleam of the frosty moon, he wiped his sword and pressed it to the man's throat, saying each word distinctly:

"This time, you're dead."

The man had a blade of grass between his lips. Tall and broad-shouldered, he lounged bonelessly on a straw mat and looked up with eyes as bright as if washed in water. He smiled without the slightest trace of fear:

"What, planning to murder your husband? I did save your life, after all."

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Shen Qingyu said coldly:

"Silver tongue. Come tomorrow night, you'll be dead."

But soon, Shen's words came back to bite him. The rogue was rescued and disappeared without a trace once more.

*

It snowed in the capital for three months. The upright, incorruptible Chief Minister Shen was sentenced to death by the emperor for colluding with rebels, with the execution set for noon.

As the blade fell, countless memories flashed through Shen Qingyu's mind. He saw family and friends, but the image that stood out most was the pair of clear, bright eyes he'd seen in that prison.

The pain he expected never came. Instead, a familiar voice sounded beside him:

"With me here, who dares lay a hand on him?"

Shen Qingyu looked up at the newcomer. Tall and dressed in brocade and fur, the man exuded wealth and prestige. Amid the falling snow, he reached out to Shen, smiling as irreverently as ever:

"I'm here to take you home, my prince consort."

Shen Qingyu was stunned. The bandit rogue who had forced himself on him that day had transformed into a prince.

*

Lu Zheng'an had spent eighteen years as a carefree idler, easygoing and fond of freedom. So when the old emperor found him and said he wanted to bring him back to the palace, Lu couldn't have been less interested.

Sorry, but he had no interest in playing the part of a loving father and filial son with the old man who had abandoned him.

That is, until he heard that Shen Qingyu, with whom he'd spent one wild night, was about to be executed.

Lu Zheng'an went to the old emperor. "I'll become a prince, but only if you let me marry a male consort."

The old emperor was stunned. "Who?"

Lu Zheng'an smiled. "The Great Tang's chief minister, Shen Qingyu."

He couldn't help it. The chief minister was simply too irresistible.

[Bandit who seems like a playboy but is actually devoted, transformed into a civil servant top VS chief minister who seems proper and aloof but is actually a fiery, hot-tempered bottom]

Thesis: Both responsibility and self-love matter.