The Gloomy Prince Read My Mind After I Traveled to Persia

Lin Ze accidentally traveled back a thousand years to the ancient Persian Empire, where he became a handsome, foolish, womanizing, good-for-nothing minister with power.

The original owner was useless at everything except seducing people.

Even his noble position as a minister was thanks to his ancestors’ good deeds. It had been passed down through the generations.

Lin Ze inherited that trait perfectly. He fell for everyone he met, passing through a thousand flowers without so much as a leaf sticking to him.

The next morning, he attended court.

Standing among the officials, Lin Ze looked at the young man beside him, dressed in a lavish sapphire-blue robe embroidered with gold. The man was tall and graceful, elegant and noble. His flawless profile was especially handsome, with an untouchable air of refinement.

Lin Ze gazed at him with sparkling eyes, lovestruck. “Aww, he’s so beautiful. I love him so much.”

He could not hear a word of what the old king was saying from his throne. His amorous eyes followed the man’s perfect features down to his waist. His hands hung at his sides, fingers long, slender, and pale, as if carved from creamy white jade. They were a work of divine craftsmanship. Lin Ze’s heart fluttered. “Oh, if only I could go touch them.”

Then he looked at the man’s slender waist, delicate as a willow branch and narrow enough to fit in his hands. Lin Ze’s heart softened again. “Ahh, if only I could go give him a hug.”

Finally, his gaze fell to the legs hidden beneath that luxurious robe. Lin Ze felt a shiver run through him. “Mmm, I wonder what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around me.”

Just then, the man glanced at him. His dark eyes were like mist over distant mountains, so deep they made Lin Ze’s heart skip a beat.

The man’s thin lips seemed to curl ever so slightly. Lin Ze nearly died on the spot. His beauty could topple cities, and his elegance was like the moon.

He knew it from that look: this was exactly his type.

After court was dismissed, Lin Ze was walking home when someone knocked him unconscious with a stick and bundled him away.

When he woke up, incense curled through the air and the entire room was lavishly decorated. He was tied to a bed, and the man he had seen at court stood before him between crimson gauze curtains.

The man looked at him and reached out a hand.

Lin Ze: “?”

“Heh. Weren’t you hoping to touch me?”

As the man came closer, Lin Ze stared blankly. “Huh?”

The man’s narrow eyes held a dense, unreadable gleam. His voice was low. “Wasn’t Lord Lin hoping to hold me? And you also wanted to...” His eyes shamelessly drifted to Lin Ze’s legs.

“I’ll grant your wish.”

Lin Ze: “...”

What? Excuse me? Somebody save him.

A womanizer with no guts, a handsome and foolish minister on the receiving end / A seemingly gentle but secretly ruthless emperor on the giving end

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Original blurb, screenshots saved as proof (all blurbs have dated screenshots).

2024/5/26

(Plagiarism will be pursued.)

P.S. The protagonist on the receiving end has an entire army of lewd thoughts galloping through his mind. But when it comes to actually doing anything, he’s more timid than anyone else. All desire, no guts.

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