After His Majesty Went Viral Across Worlds

A beautiful, deceptive schemer of a chancellor gong x an emotionally clueless emperor shou

What happens when an emperor renowned throughout history becomes an idol so unpopular he's fallen off the face of the earth?

Ruan Hao says he doesn't mind. He's been an emperor for long enough, and now he just wants to lie flat and take it easy.

But... what is that thing onstage, dancing like a maggot? And what is this song? It sounds like a funeral wail!

Ruan Hao: "The rites and music have fallen into ruin. Each generation is worse than the last. The ancestors will have to handle this themselves."

The five notes and the Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Robe Dance? He can perform those in his sleep. Sword dancing and the Battle Formation Dance of Lanling? Anyone could do those!

Everyone: "Is this a state banquet?"

What do you do when villains frame you and you're publicly put on trial at a press conference?

He steps in himself, raises a hand with imperial dignity, and says, "Please, speak your minds."

The reporters: "Why do I have a feeling that if I say the wrong thing, I'll be beheaded?"

Everyone: "Why am I kneeling while I listen to him?"

His teammate: "Why is my brother so handsome?!" (Heart eyes.)

When he meets a troublemaking villain, he turns the tables on him, his phoenix eyes lowering as his face darkens. "Let me show you what a real villain is like."

A certain villain: "I think I've discovered a whole new world. Ah! Please step on me again!" (His masochistic side awakens.)

In just a few months, Ruan Hao becomes a hugely popular celebrity. Offers for films and variety shows pour in. Unable to resist his agent, Ruan Hao joins a reality show and speaks eloquently, displaying an elegant, refined charm. He has no idea that every moment is being watched by a man named Xie Qingli.

From the gong's point of view:

Xie Qingli is a famous actor, repeatedly nominated for the Bai Lan Gold Award and one of the contenders for Best Actor. Though he's often nowhere to be found, he's still the top star in the industry.

But he has a secret. He was once the chancellor of Beisheng two thousand years ago. Driven by an obsession, he stayed in the mortal world for a thousand years, searching for the one who never returned!

He thought this time would bring no results, but then he saw him once again.

In a cramped dressing room, he pins him into a corner, the tip of his nose brushing the softness of the other's cheek. His vermilion lips part, but a thousand words become a single tear that falls into his palm.

Years later, after they have been married for three years, he lies in the other's arms.

The person in his arms toys with his long hair and asks lazily, "Xie Qing, when did you start having improper thoughts about me?"

The man lowers his head and slowly kisses the chattering lips in his arms, his voice hoarse.

"From the very beginning."

A few words from the author:

1. The gong and shou are both reborn. Other people have reincarnated too, but they have no memories!

2. The gong spent two thousand years searching for the shou, but all he found was a fragment of the shou's soul. Anyway, he finds him in the end! There's no angst! A sweet ending is guaranteed, a sweet ending is guaranteed, a sweet ending is guaranteed! (That's how important it is.)

3. The gong has always had a secret crush on the shou (he's actually just a coward). It's a very, very one-sided love, but of course they get together later!

4. One-on-one romance, happy ending. The gong appears relatively late (maybe in Chapter Two or Three?). The shou is a bit of a heartthrob.

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"Master, Ascension Isn't Dating!"

(Starting March 20)

I, Jiang Jianxue, was so enraged by an angsty novel called "Frost Moon Without Mercy" in my previous life that I ascended on the spot.

In the book, the immortal lord Yu Qingshang, who hangs alone in the sky like a bright moon, is forced into marriage and tormented in body and soul by a group of deranged gong characters, ultimately becoming their plaything.

I slammed my keyboard. "The author is sick! Can't you just let the bright moon hang in the sky in peace?"

When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into a book.

There were no missions or rewards. This was purely the reader's courage and unresolved indignation.

Fine. If nobody else will do anything, I will! Whoever dares hate the bright moon, I'll beat them to death!

The first time I went back against the flow of the story, I appeared at its ending as an insignificant passerby with little spiritual power.

I used every means at my disposal to push him out of a deadly predicament.

When he looked back, all he saw was me being swallowed by a sky full of demonic flames.

(Later, the history books recorded: Yu Qingshang, immortal lord of Shuyu Peak, survived the deadly predicament and rekindled his Dao heart. For the next thousand years, he often stood alone at the Fallen Abyss, as if searching for someone.)

The second time I went back against the flow, I landed in the middle of the story and became his beastly, villainous senior brother.

He looked at me with eyes three times colder than those of a demonic cultivator.

I didn't care. While secretly physically sending each scumbag gong from the original story off to the afterlife, I gave him the radiant smile of a model senior brother, the very picture of filial devotion. "Junior Brother, it's sunny today, so it's a good day to cultivate. Romance is forbidden."

He looked at the bloodstains behind me that I hadn't cleaned away, the sword in his hand singing like a lament.

In the end, he killed me on the immortal sect's judgment platform.

As the sword pierced my heart, I silently told him, "Now it's clean."

(Later, unofficial histories claimed that on that day, after killing a demon, Immortal Lord Yu's Dao heart was thrown into chaos. His sword energy soared into the heavens for three months without stopping, and he nearly went mad.)

The third time, I returned to the very beginning of the story, my spiritual power greatly diminished.

But this time, I took on the most innocent identity I could, endured all kinds of hardships, and finally succeeded in becoming his disciple after "happening" to meet him just as he emerged from seclusion.

Excellent. This identity is perfect.

I resolved to be his most thoughtful, most upright, most eager-for-him-to-ascend disciple.

I'd take calamities for him, refine pills for him, and stomp every toad coveting him into the dirt before they got the chance.

Every day, I'd fill his ears with righteous teachings. "Master, men slow down your sword-drawing speed. Keep men out of your heart and you'll ascend to godhood naturally!"

He always listened in silence, sometimes glancing at me with a gaze so deep it seemed to see right through me.

Until the crucial night in the original story, when he was supposed to be disgraced.

I dragged my half-crippled body through the fight, clearing every obstacle for him, until I was on the verge of vanishing myself.

He broke through the formation and rushed over, his white robes stained with dust, and scooped me up. His spiritual energy surged into my depleted meridians like a towering wave, forceful and unrelenting.

I coughed up blood in a panic. "Master, you mustn't! This will ruin your Dao foundation and hinder your ascension!"

His fingertips brushed the space between my brows, where the soul mark was hidden, the mark left by my three journeys against the flow, which was about to fade away.

"The first time you went back, you died for me."

"The second time you went back, you went mad for me."

"Jiang Jianxue," he called my name, his voice hoarse. "This time, you put on this whole act of filial devotion to deceive me, planning to disappear without a word again, aren't you?"

"You're pure and innocent, but what if I have impure intentions?"

Three times going back against the flow, three deaths.

Each time I came closer to you, and each time I loved you more.

Unfortunately, that little liar who keeps going on about "filial devotion" still won't admit it.

[Reader's Guide]

One-on-one romance | Happy ending | aloof (but not that aloof) master x wisecracking reader who ends up getting exposed

The main story is written in third person, blending classical elegance with comedy.

[Bonus Scene]

Jiang Jianxue (tugging on Fu Teyuan's sleeve): Senior, can we cut that last part about "impure intentions"? What about my image as a devoted disciple!

Fu Teyuan (smiling kindly): If we cut it, what will the readers have to read? Don't worry, everyone loves this.

Yu Qingshang (stepping out of the shadows and glancing over): Mm.

Jiang Jianxue (instantly standing at attention): ...Master, I was wrong. I'll go cultivate right now! Prepare to ascend!

Yu Qingshang (a flicker of spiritual power from his fingertips pins him in place): Today, you will cultivate your mind.

Theme: Love that cannot be spoken aloud