A Dog-Blooded Harem Favorite

[This novel is still updating, but it’s taking a short break for now]

[Melodramatic everyone-loves-him, tragic love and bitter heartbreak]

The Eleventh Prince, He Xuetang, was renowned for his playboy ways and loved nothing more than surrounding himself with beauties. Yet his father and brothers doted on him, making him so spoiled and audacious that he would do any outrageous thing that came to mind.

The emperor was attacked at his separate residence. The Crown Prince was implicated and placed under house arrest in the Eastern Palace. His betrothed was a woman who valued loyalty. Instead of keeping herself out of trouble, she immediately moved into the Eastern Palace to share his hardships.

The day Yuchi Qing entered the Eastern Palace, He Xuetang was drinking at the tavern across the street. At one fleeting glance, she captured his heart and haunted his dreams. He immediately decided to seduce this “dear sister-in-law.”

Many days later, he finally got his wish. Holding the cool, reserved beauty’s hand, he coaxed her gently: “Qingqing, don’t be afraid. Crown Prince Brother has always been magnanimous. Once he knows we’re in love, he’ll surely forgive us.”

Yuchi Qing looked at him. A hint of lotus-pink bloomed across her cool face as she smiled strangely. “You’re the one who should be afraid.”

They painted each other’s brows by the window and pledged their love beneath the moon. But in the end, the imperial decree was impossible to defy, and Yuchi Qing was still to marry He Changying.

The more unattainable something was, the harder it was to let go.

He Xuetang gazed at the room filled with red wedding finery, his heart aching.

Yuchi Qing, by contrast, showed not the slightest hint of sadness. She smiled as she watched him with tears in his eyes.

After a long while, she gripped his wrist. “How about we defy the imperial decree together and prove our feelings are true? If we’re punished, at least we’ll have stayed true to each other in life and death.”

He Xuetang, stunned: “...Ah, that doesn’t sound like a good idea... Maybe you should just get married... Sorry, I was putting on an act just now...”

Yuchi Qing: “Hmph.”

The question He Xuetang heard most often in his life was: “Are your feelings for me really sincere?”

He only ever realized how little sincerity he had to spare when the moment came. He wished he could split his heart into a dozen pieces so everyone could know that his feelings for each of them were completely genuine!

#A cyber-age scoundrel forced to be devoted#

#I have to be faithful or he’ll break my legs#

#Is it wrong to want to give every beauty a home#

#I’m sorry, I was wrong#

A shameless, irresistible playboy and shallow pretty-face chaser bottom who gets bent by sheer coincidence x a dark, unhinged top (cross-dresses early on)

Coming soon: The Villain’s Beauty. Please add it to your reading list!

Blurb:

Ye Nanque never imagined that one day he would end up inside a cultivation novel, playing one of its villains.

The original character didn’t get much page time. He was vicious and petty, calculating and mean-spirited.

Ye Nanque: [What a flat villain.]

Ye Nanque didn’t like such a one-dimensional villain, and neither did the System.

He made a few small changes, adding a little “hypocrisy,” “arrogance,” and “sense of collective honor” to the original character.

Ye Nanque: [Why target the weak protagonist right from the start? He’s weak right now! Can’t I just ignore him for a while?]

System assessment: [That makes sense.]

Ye Nanque: [My master raised me all these years. Isn’t it only natural that I’d resent the protagonist for getting special treatment from my master? Now I have a perfectly good reason to dislike him.]

System assessment: [Excellent. The character feels well-rounded.]

Ye Nanque: [I can’t just stand by and watch him embarrass my sect. A little help isn’t too much, right?]

System: [Excellent. He has real charm.]

Ye Nanque diligently followed the plot and fleshed out his character, until one day he awoke to find the half-demon protagonist, Chao Jiulin, kneeling before him.

“Senior Brother never looks at me. You can scold me, hit me, do anything you want. I only ask that I have a place in your eyes.”

Outside the little house in the mountain forest, his master stood with the tip of his sword against the ground, surrounded by a murderous aura, no longer resembling the aloof immortal of the cultivation world.

Theme: Appearances are illusions; a sincere heart is hard to find