I, the Emperor, Am Carrying Eunuch Jiuqian's Baby

[Coming Soon: Master, I Practice the Heartless Dao]

Zhao Xi was reborn. He was still the same puppet emperor, powerless and without freedom.

In his previous life, the late emperor had trusted the eunuchs too much, allowing one of them to abuse his influence and manipulate the court. Unwilling to remain constrained, Zhao Xi tried to seize power, but made one wrong move. His trusted aides joined forces with the regent and the great general to depose him and install a new emperor. He became the most pathetic ruler since Beilin was founded.

Reborn, Zhao Xi saw what was coming and planned to deal with each obstacle one by one, clearing his path little by little.

The eunuch, the regent, the great general: they were all merely his subjects.

Zhao Xi played the men against one another.

Gradually, he uncovered a secret.

The treacherous Nine-Thousand-Year-Old Lord, who held all the power in court, was actually a fake eunuch. He had fooled everyone.

And that was not all. One day, Zhao Xi woke from a dream and summoned the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old Lord he had hated and despised in his previous life. He discovered that he could hear the man's thoughts.

'His Majesty looks beautiful in red.'

Zhao Xi froze. He stared at the fey, wickedly debauched eunuch in his crimson robe, then abruptly kicked him away. "Get out."

Wen Renji lowered his eyes and backed toward the palace doors, still managing to murmur, 'If only I could hold His Majesty's toes and kiss them.'

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Zhao Xi had never imagined that eunuch harbored such feelings for him. No wonder he had always been so obsequious and attentive in his previous life, even more so than he had been toward the late emperor.

He had never expected that beneath all that ambition lurked a desire to steal a kiss.

What a...

Wretched bastard!

Once he learned how Wen Renji felt, Zhao Xi made no scruples about using him.

The eunuch obeyed him unquestioningly and went to any lengths to please him.

Zhao Xi thought he had the man completely under his thumb, until he noticed his own belly growing larger by the day.

Furious, Zhao Xi summoned him and declared, "I will have you executed today!"

Wen Renji approached with a smile playing on his lips and pulled the emperor, whose features had grown ever more sharp and imperious, into his arms. He buried his face in Zhao Xi's neck, utterly intoxicated. His usually cold voice was now full of infatuation. "I'll go to my death right away, but first, Your Majesty must let me kiss you."

*Emperor bottom, fake eunuch top (a little perverted)

*No power struggles, no power struggles, just pure sweetness

*Lots of creative liberties, please don't scrutinize

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Coming Soon: Master, I Practice the Heartless Dao

Blurb:

Sang Miao was eighteen when he learned that he existed in a book.

In the story, his rare spirit-communing constitution earned him a place at the foremost immortal sect, where he became the head disciple of Xuanmiao Sect.

But the moment he forged his sword bones, their fate was sealed: they would be carved out, and his golden core would be shattered. He would watch as his once-caring junior brother, his devoted friend, and his beloved, respected master gave his sword bones to someone else and replaced his spirit-communing constitution as well.

Realizing all this, Sang Miao was on the verge of forging his sword bones, with the plot just one step away. Without hesitation, he switched to the Heartless Dao, putting an end to their hopes of taking his spirit-communing constitution.

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But unexpectedly, the junior brother who had always been arrogant and disrespectful toward him began trying everything to please him, even going so far as to fall into demonic cultivation.

His aloof, proud friend was willing to become a laughingstock for his sake.

And then there was...

His master, who had always been disciplined and proper, devoted to the Great Dao, scattered his cultivation for Sang Miao and defied every moral code just to become his cultivation partner.

Sang Miao watched indifferently as they regretted everything, as they went mad with jealousy whenever they saw him close to someone else.

In the end, he was pinned against the bed, facing the man who had always kept his desires in check, now red-eyed with passion. Sang Miao coolly drew his sword, and blood poured out.

Blood stained the corners of his eyes as he gazed calmly at the other man.

"Master, I practice the Heartless Dao."

*Older master and younger disciple

*Regret-and-redemption arc + kill-your-spouse-to-prove-the-Dao

Theme: With lofty ambitions, I forge ahead on a long road, free to go where I please