[Mutually exclusive, master and disciple with an older top (the master is the top), strong top and weak bottom. The top has an extremely strong desire to control and is especially calculating, danger level: ★★★★★] [A story about raising a puppet wrong and turning him into a wife]
Jiang Qiyan was never favored as a child. His father didn't care for him, and his mother didn't love him. If he hadn't become the disciple of a powerful and influential master, he would probably have been stripped of his position as crown prince long ago.
No one cared about him, but his master treated him like a treasure, raising him by his side from childhood and never letting him get so much as a scratch or bruise.
On the day he left the palace, Jiang Qiyan tugged at Pu Tingsong's sleeve and cried with pursed lips. “Father doesn't want me anymore...”
“So what if he doesn't? What can he do about it?” Pu Tingsong bent down and picked him up. “You're so well-behaved. Your master will always want you.”
Still young, he naturally couldn't see the hidden meaning in his master's eyes, nor understand that his master wanted to raise him into an obedient puppet.
Pu Tingsong carried him back to the Imperial Tutor's residence. He held him while he ate, held him while he read, and even held him while he slept.
Whenever Pu Tingsong said, “Come here,” he had to crawl onto Pu Tingsong's lap and obediently let his master hold him.
He never thought to question whether anything about this was wrong.
Jiang Qiyan's favorite thing was having Pu Tingsong stroke his head. Pu Tingsong only ruffled his hair when he was very, very good.
Pu Tingsong taught him to write and watched him study, but never taught him the way of an emperor.
“Why won't you teach me, Master?” He lowered his head, feeling a little sad.
Pu Tingsong offered no explanation. He simply picked him up and stroked his hair.
And so all his unhappiness disappeared. He never asked that question again.
It wasn't until Jiang Qiyan ascended the throne at sixteen that he learned just how powerful his master truly was.
His master held the entire court in his hands, and no one dared oppose him.
Pu Tingsong had already been this way while his father was alive.
But from the day Jiang Qiyan took the throne, Pu Tingsong seemed to become a different person.
“Do you want to rule in your own right, Your Majesty?” Pu Tingsong's presence made him feel cold to the core.
Jiang Qiyan sensed danger instinctively. “No...”
Pu Tingsong picked him up and sat him on his lap, right there on the imperial throne, then began reading memorials.
The dependence deliberately cultivated in him since childhood ran so deep that he simply sat obediently in his master's arms, without the slightest thought of resisting.
The smile in Pu Tingsong's eyes deepened as he gently stroked the little emperor's head.
Pu Tingsong stroked his head more and more often.
Jiang Qiyan had thought it was affection, but as he grew older, he increasingly felt that something was wrong.
At last, he understood. It was the way one soothed a harmless little animal, an obedient pet, a toy that could be squeezed and shaped at will.
Jiang Qiyan grew more and more afraid of Pu Tingsong, to the point that his legs went weak whenever they met.
“Can't even stand up, little one?” Pu Tingsong smiled. “Sit down.”
Pu Tingsong still liked to pick him up now and then, holding him as if he were a child.
Pu Tingsong always treated him like a child, coaxing him.
Pu Tingsong didn't want him to grow up. Once he was grown and his wings had hardened, would he still be so obedient?
At last, grown-up Jiang Qiyan summoned the courage to try to rebel.
But the consequence was that his master took away his belt.
“Lie face down on the imperial throne,” Pu Tingsong said, looking amused as though making a casual suggestion. “Would you take off your imperial robes yourself?”
“After raising such a little thing for so long,” Pu Tingsong said, leaning over to pin him down as he trembled all over, “why won't you behave?”
“Why are you crying so pitifully?”
“Tell your master, will you behave?”
[A cultivation story with ulterior motives, coaxing and deceiving: a gentle yet obsessive master and his sweet, naive little emperor]
[Content warnings]
☆ The bottom is very young. The story is told from his perspective, so he may seem a little childish early on.
☆ My writing is still immature, and I'm hopeless with the internet. Please forgive me, and my apologies for everything!
Theme: Jiang Qiyan leaves snow on the river's boat; a guest by the Pu family's pines forgets the years.
At Last, My Master Has Fallen into Demonic Ways
Summoning the Gods
Taking Away a "□□ Criminal"
After Accidentally Dragging an Evil God into the Dungeon
Even After I Die, I Have to Become My Enemy's System?
After I Transmigrated into a Book as a Rebellious Disciple, My Master Took Me as His Lover
Slow on the Uptake
Fallen Lamplight
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I missed a bite of hot rice, I was eating, eating, eating, eating like crazy.
I forgot how many times to swipe, it's delicious!
After reading it for the second time, I had a great time reading it in one go.
Boss 😭 Is your health okay? 😭 🙏 I miss you.
🤷 🤷 It's so cool, I repainted it again 🙏 How come it looks so good.
When will the physical form come out? I want to sign [let me be healthy] [let me be healthy]
I finished "Spreading Flowers" and it felt a bit short. I want to read the modern chapter.
Finished with flowers~~~ I thought it would be sour, but I didn't expect it to be so sweet.
Watched it for the second time ~ I still like it very much! 😆
I no longer care about the "network card"... I really ran out of money, so I could only watch the free ones. Maybe my brain was down, so I watched the extras directly. I'm making up for it now!