Snow on the Flying Wild Geese

Reborn Narcissus, younger top | Complete, thank you for supporting the official release The title comes from Su Shi: “As if a migrating swan had trodden across snowy mud.” Ji Miao died in the depths of winter in the second year of Yuanxi. To fulfill his father’s wish, he schemed all his life, placing his younger brother on the throne. He himself was branded a traitor and beheaded at the Meridian Gate as a public example. Only when he bared his neck to be executed did he finally understand: the cherished family bond he had treasured was nothing but an act, put on to squeeze every bit of usefulness out of him. His whole life had been nothing but an absurd joke. The bitter cold of midwinter pierced him to the bone. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to six years earlier. The good news: at this very moment, his royal father’s rebellion was still nothing more than an idea on paper. The bad news: this reborn body wasn’t his own. * His new body came from humble origins, with no family, no connections, and no power or influence. But that was all right. He still had his former self. Taking the name Si Cheng, he stayed by his former self’s side, lying low and biding his time as he borrowed that man’s strength to take revenge. From the crown prince’s fatal journey south to the drastic changes in the capital, he worked behind the scenes with that man, uncovering hidden truths. He also used the man’s status and influence to scheme and lay plans, intent on weaving a secret web that would let him kill his father and brother and climb to the very top. His revenge was proceeding smoothly. Only one thing took him by surprise: That man’s gaze grew stranger by the day. What began as wariness and suspicion gradually turned into lingering, tender affection. In the end, he crossed the line. In a murky inner room, candlelight flickered. The man pressed him down, wearing his own face from his previous life. As they nuzzled close, the fingertips resting against his neck pressed hard, though his voice was soft with barely restrained fury. “You use me and then think you can walk away? There’s no way things work that conveniently.” “What am I to you, really?” Si Cheng’s robes hung half open. For an instant, his throat tightened, and he couldn’t find a word to say. But the other man stayed close to his ear, murmuring softly. “As long as you don’t leave me, sir.” “Whether your feelings are real or false, it doesn’t matter.” “I only ask that you… never leave me. Will you?” * Ruthless, snake-like beauty bottom x Possessive, eagle-like loyal-dog top Ji is the top, Si is the bottom. No switching, no reversing roles. [By the time they get together, the top has already figured out that the bottom is his former self.] #Healthy love is wonderful, but twisted feelings are simply too fascinating# Comments are open without restrictions. Feel free to leave a message. The full map for this story is pinned on my Weibo, @9237JiuShiJiuRanShanQing. I recommend reading it alongside the story for a better experience. My next novel, “Golden Wind and Jade Dew,” will be a transmigration-into-a-narcissus-story novel. Here’s the blurb. Please add it to your collection~ Transmigration into a narcissus story / Ancient-to-modern transmigration / My take on steampunk Before his death, Shen Ji was the finest assassin in Great Yan. When he opened his eyes again, headlights dazzled him. A kind stranger shoved him out of the way, and he fell to the roadside. Glancing back, he saw paper lanterns beneath the eaves replaced by neon lights, while flying machines filled the sky. This was the Cloud Pivot Republic, in the eleventh year of the New Calendar. The Federation’s airships had broken through the Yan Dynasty. The last emperor had died in prison, and the last high-ranking official had fled overseas. The new nation had been born amid curses, and Shen Ji had been reborn in Jin Prefecture, the most prosperous city in the southwest. His old country was gone, and the world had changed. No one should have recognized Shen Ji, yet he was targeted for assassination, simply because he had the exact same face as “Third Master Meng.” Could such a bizarre coincidence really be possible? If he had to make his way through a chaotic age, why not take the other man’s place? * With the restoration of his old country in mind, Shen Ji went to great lengths and finally met Meng Yansheng. He partnered with Meng Yansheng as his double, staying by his side day and night and learning to imitate him. But the more he learned, the more things felt wrong. How could Meng Yansheng… be so much like him? They had identical faces, the same height, and exactly the same temperament. And yet Meng Yansheng wanted revolution, while Shen Ji wanted to revive Great Yan. They were intimate and inseparable, living and traveling together, yet their hearts were at odds. They were destined to head in opposite directions. * On the day he made his move, Shen Ji slipped inside without a hitch. But the instant he crossed the threshold, something felt wrong. He drew his gun, ducked aside, and saw Meng Yansheng leaning against the corner of a table, perfectly composed. Meng Yansheng stood tall and straight, and asked with impeccable politeness, “Are you going to use the shooting technique I taught you to kill your own teacher, Xiao Ji?” In the long silence, amid the click of the trigger, Shen Ji and Meng Yansheng both sprang into action, attacking the face that looked exactly like their own. * Cold and indifferent reborn assassin bottom x Smooth and versatile young master of a merchant guild top Shen Ji x Meng Yansheng “This is an age of decay. This is an age of rebirth.” “Shen Ji, this is our age.” "This story is entirely fictional. Please do not associate it with real life." Revised blurb, June 16, 2026. Archived. Theme: Only I can understand me, and only I can make me who I am.