Your Majesty, I Have a Plan! [Book Transmigration]

What do I do if my wife won't come to bed?

Answer: Send an assassin to kill her.

What do I do if my wife doesn't understand love and desire?

Answer: Give her a strong dose of medicine :)

If being near me makes your heart race, your face flush, your blood surge, and your body burn with unbearable heat, then that's love.

When Ye Wuyan first transmigrated into a book, he was so brazen that he had no idea what it meant to be "a close confidant of the emperor, walking on thin ice."

With the emperor's protection to rely on, he rose to the exalted position of divine official and became the talk of the court.

Cat demons ran rampant in Zhaolan City. Rumors of corpses hung at doorways, skins peeled and bellies ripped open, and heads smashed by giant axes had everyone terrified.

Ye Wuyan solved the case all by himself.

More than a dozen princes refused to leave for their fiefdoms. They brought misery to the people and had deep-rooted influence at court.

Ye Wuyan cut them down.

He brought women into government service, advocated trade between nations, and stabilized the political situation at home and abroad, all in an attempt to change the fate of the Great Xuan dynasty, which was destined to fall...

When he suddenly turned around, the "tyrant" Su Xuanyu was standing behind him, his gaze dark and inscrutable.

That night, Ye Wuyan learned the secret Su Xuanyu had kept buried in his heart for years.

Ye Wuyan's hands trembled. He blurted out whatever came to mind, instinctively wanting to flee the palace.

Humiliated and furious, Su Xuanyu snapped, "Your mouth is so sharp. Now I'll make those eyes of yours cry, too."

Before long, the divine official had been kissed unconscious on the bed.

After that, Ye Wuyan tried every means he could think of to escape Great Xuan, and finally faked his death to get away.

The moment he crossed the border, he got the full treatment: knocked unconscious and dragged off to a theater.

Afterward, he was forced to learn the tacky lyrics for shadow-puppet shows, and even risked being put up for auction.

Su Xuanyu rode all the way from a thousand miles away, traveling for seven days without rest and changing horses nine times.

With his face painted in garish red and white, Ye Wuyan tugged lightly at the corner of the cold-faced man's robe. "Your Majesty, please spare me..."

Su Xuanyu stared at him, his expression unreadable. "Did they bully you?"

When it was time for Ye Wuyan to perform onstage, Su Xuanyu stood where Ye Wuyan couldn't see him, sword in hand and face as fearsome as a demon.

Every step he took sent ripples through a pool of blood. No one who bullied Ye Wuyan would live to tell the tale.

Su Xuanyu learned his lesson. When it came to love, being gentle went over Ye Wuyan's head, while being forceful made him willing to fake his death just to get away. So Su Xuanyu could only take things slowly.

He picked up a medicinal leaf.

The imperial physician explained, "Your Majesty, this herb has the effect of stirring up desire. In small doses, it warms and nourishes the body. It isn't poisonous."

After learning what it did, Su Xuanyu's gaze grew even more intense.

Su Xuanyu explained, "Little Ye, let me teach you what love is.

"If being near me makes your heart race, your face flush, your blood surge, and your body burn with unbearable heat, then that's love."

Smelling the clothes freshly fumigated with medicine, breathing in the new incense burning in the room, and looking at the bulging medicine pouch, Ye Wuyan's eyes lit up with understanding. "So that's it. I love you."

The world is unpredictable, and trouble can spring up out of nowhere.

Su Xuanyu suddenly grew dark and moody. One day, seized by jealousy, he confined Ye Wuyan in the Southern Pavilion.

By chance, Ye Wuyan opened a hidden door in the imperial study.

Inside were countless portraits of Ye Wuyan, some from the modern world, some from ancient times...

Most of the recent ones showed Ye Wuyan looking foolish while fast asleep.

There was also a conspicuous wooden box containing a broken android doll.

Its face had been carved to look exactly like Ye Wuyan's, so lifelike it was uncanny...

Suddenly, a familiar voice sighed.

"So you found it after all. Wouldn't it have been better to stay hidden away in the Southern Pavilion? Why did you have to escape..."

Bottom: A sharp-tongued beauty with a knife for a heart (slow to catch on, sly, kills them all)

(PS: Slow to grasp romance, truly focused on getting things done)

Top: A fearsome face and a gentle heart (coercive, scheming, wants everything)

A seemingly kind but actually oblivious divine official bottom × a seemingly cruel but actually gentle emperor top

1. The food, clothing, tools, and games in this story may not make sense. The history is entirely fictional, so please don't imitate anything.

2. Please overlook how much the top trusts the bottom early on. It's foreshadowing.

3. Around 300,000 characters. The first arc, "A Year of Delusion," is a little slow-paced and leans toward plot; the second arc, "A Year of Delusion," leans toward romance.

[Complete] ABO

"Married? Oh, My Husband Just Died"

Jiang Di [bottom]: Disabled widower and corporate wage slave, adorably rebellious person with mental illness, beautiful and seductive without realizing it, omega

Shen Yuchen [top]: A police officer who gives him everything he wants, a righteous killer who says one thing and means another, an emotionally empty, obsessive alpha with a voyeuristic streak

[Both are each other's only partners, no children, and this is the first marriage for both]

Jiang Di: I was often beaten at my ex-husband's house. My arms and legs are covered in bruises.

Shen Yuchen covered his pale skin with a blanket and reminded him, "There are boundaries between alphas and omegas."

Jiang Di brushed aside his hair, revealing a nape marked with raised scars. "Officer, you've misunderstood. My gland is damaged. I can't seduce you."

Shen Yuchen's gaze shifted slightly. His fingers tightened on the blanket as he covered the scarred nape Jiang Di had exposed.

After a pause, he said, "That's ridiculous. How could I possibly be seduced by you?"

In the dim light, the omega, who was always cold, shivered and glanced back at him.

Shen Yuchen felt as if something had caught in his throat. He couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Di was arrested on suspicion of murdering his husband.

Shen Yuchen turned the pen in his hand, but hesitated for a long time before approving the application to detain Jiang Di.

Jiang Di studied the self-proclaimed just officer and decided he was a "good father" worthy of entrusting his daughter to. He had money and power, and Jiang Di saw him every day.

*

Jiang Di: Officer, could I have your contact information?

Shen Yuchen gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid not."

Shen Yuchen's fingertip hovered above the fingerprint scanner. Unlocking the phone would reveal a screen with his QR code.

Jiang Di smiled. "That's all right."

He left Shen Yuchen with a back that showed no discouragement, not even the slightest disappointment.

Shen Yuchen: ...

His phone unlocked with his fingerprint. He had pressed it by accident, so he could only hide his hand behind his back and clench it in silence.

*

Jiang Di asked Shen Yuchen, "Mr. Shen, would you like to come to my place for dinner?"

Shen Yuchen played hard to get, keeping his answer restrained. "It's so late..."

Jiang Di smiled softly. "You're right. Sorry to bother you."

Shen Yuchen pulled back the leg he'd just started moving toward Jiang Di's home, swallowing both the smile about to spread across his face and the words of gratitude stuck in his throat.

He should have learned his lesson by now.

*

Shen Yuchen's house blew up.

Before Jiang Di could say a word, Shen Yuchen politely asked, "Mr. Jiang, could I stay at your place for the night?"

Jiang Di was surprised. He quietly buttoned up his shirt, which was open near the collar, and said awkwardly, "Well..."

Shen Yuchen: "It's fine. I don't mind. Surely Mr. Jiang wouldn't want me sleeping in the stairwell all night, would you?"

Jiang Di: "...That wouldn't (be appropriate)."

Shen Yuchen smiled triumphantly. "Don't mention it. Thanks."

Jiang Di: ?

Where had Mr. Shen's reserve gone?

Jiang Di's ex-husband died after drinking poison. Before he died, he had planned to kill his wife and collect the insurance money. By a twist of fate, he ended up poisoning himself instead.

For some reason, everyone related to Jiang Di kept dying one after another.

No one approved of the marriage. A 22-year-old disabled widower and a promising young police officer fresh out of university were mismatched in every way.

Shen Yuchen defied everyone's objections and insisted on marrying Jiang Di.

One day, Shen Yuchen realized something was off about his little wife.

After rummaging through everything, he found himself holding a high-value insurance policy, his hands trembling.

He was the insured, and his wife was the beneficiary!

Shen Yuchen couldn't even remember when he had signed the policy.

When he turned around, his wife looked at him gently. "Yuchen, come eat."

Three seconds later, Shen Yuchen's expression shifted from disbelief to acceptance. He wrapped an arm around his wife's waist. "All right."

So what if he died?

He would become the most vicious and capable vengeful ghost, haunting Jiang Di's side.

For Jiang Di, Shen Yuchen would die completely, willingly, and without the slightest effort.

By the hospital bed, the steady beeping of the monitors filled the room.

Jiang Di gripped Shen Yuchen's cold hand, trying to press down the corners of his upturned lips. Overcome with relief, he cried. "Yuchen, thank goodness it was only an allergic reaction. It was just one dish. Why did you eat so fast? Were you in a hurry to be reborn or something...?"

Shen Yuchen said nothing. He sniffed his wife's scent like a dog, breathing rapidly.

Later, they both discovered that something was off about the other.

Shen Yuchen wasn't just connected to the Special Joint Bureau. He was also the top assassin, S, a rare talent worth a fortune.

Jiang Di wasn't just an ordinary corporate wage slave. He also had a mental illness.

Jiang Di gazed gloomily at the medical report in his hands and wrote a will.

He didn't notice the tall figure beside him take the report away.

Shen Yuchen's expression shifted repeatedly.

Jiang Di panicked, realizing all his efforts had been for nothing.

He sighed and explained calmly, "Yuchen, I didn't mean to deceive you. Now that you know I have terminal lung cancer, don't waste money trying to save me."

Shen Yuchen gave him a strange look and pointed at the report. "Doesn't it say terminal mental illness?"

Jiang Di continued talking to himself. "You have to take good care of my daughter..."

Shen Yuchen suddenly asked seriously, "Di, is she really your daughter?"

Jiang Di's smile froze on his face.

Note: 1. A short, sweet story.

2. This is fiction. Please don't imitate anything.

3. Updates follow the ranking schedule at first, then become daily.

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