The Foolish Princess Tears Up the Bad Ending Script

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#Redemption | ... | Faux coercion | A doting top and an obedient bottom

#Beautiful, strong, tragic, sickly, and unhinged Regent top x silly beauty, clear-eyed little-sun bottom

The Regent of the Liang Dynasty, Xun Huai, appeared refined and noble, but he was ruthless, coveted the throne, and had countless lives on his hands.

Heaven had eyes. Two years ago, Xun Huai fell gravely ill, transforming from a powerful minister who controlled the court into a frail invalid who gasped for breath after only a few steps. Everyone hoped he would die.

As luck would have it, Chen Yanqiu transmigrated into the role of Xun Huai's prince consort, a marriage decreed by the emperor.

The original owner was no pushover and planned to assassinate Xun Huai on their wedding night.

Chen Yanqiu was pinned to the head of the bed, a dagger pressed against him by the man before him. Xun Huai's long, bony fingers were unnaturally pale as they stroked Chen Yanqiu's face. "My consort, are you trying to kill me?"

Chen Yanqiu didn't have the brains to match wits with Xun Huai.

His mind raced, then gave up. With a soft whimper, he said, "Husband, I prepared this little game especially for you."

Xun Huai: "..."

He looked at the intricately patterned hilt of the dagger in his hand and fell silent for several long moments.

"Then let's give it a try."

Chen Yanqiu's little game got out of hand. On his very first day after transmigrating, Xun Huai pinned him to the bed and thoroughly devoured him, inside and out.

*

Xun Huai had guarded the Great Liang for five years. Then someone schemed against him, and he was forced to marry a male consort.

The male consort was the youngest top scholar in Great Liang. He seemed aloof and proud, but was actually scheming, currying favor with the powerful, forming cliques for personal gain, and even trying to kill Xun Huai.

Unable to defy the imperial decree, Xun Huai could only keep the man nearby and under surveillance, taking his time to deal with him.

But things didn't seem to be going the way he expected...

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort spent all day buried in a book and forgot to eat or drink. I suspect the book must be suspicious."

Xun Huai opened it to find the steamy story of a top scholar and several wealthy young masters.

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort went out in disguise today. His behavior was suspicious."

Xun Huai followed him and saw Chen Yanqiu, disguised alongside his personal attendant, sweeping through every food stall on the street.

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort said he was going to cook today."

The moment Xun Huai stepped out of his room, he saw unusual plumes of black smoke rising from the kitchen.

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort went to a brothel with Princess Duanyang."

What? Who went with whom?

Grinding his teeth, Xun Huai went to catch them himself.

But when he entered the room, he saw Chen Yanqiu holding an ugly little cake. "Husband, happy birthday!"

He looked down and saw cuts of all sizes on Chen Yanqiu's pale, delicate fingers.

Xun Huai's Adam's apple bobbed. For a long time, he couldn't say a word.

*

At first, Chen Yanqiu thought of Xun Huai as a major villain NPC in a book, a ruthless man who couldn't possibly be good.

Later, he led the people of the prince's residence across half of Liang just to see Xun Huai again and change his fated death.

They said fate could not be defied, reversed, or forced.

But Chen Yanqiu insisted on trying.

My husband treats me better than anyone.

I'm going to tear up this bad-ending script.

Beautiful, strong, tragic, sickly, and unhinged Regent top x silly beauty, clear-eyed little-sun bottom

Reader's guide:

1. The top falls first, but the bottom returns his feelings with a huge arrow. Not suitable for readers who are possessive about their preferred character.

2. The political intrigue is light. The plot serves the romance and characterization, so there may be some illogical parts.

3. Updates at 9 p.m., six or ten thousand characters a day.

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Jun Zhuyan transmigrated into the role of the male lead's older brother, his dark moonlight.

The male lead was born into humble circumstances and endured cruelty and cold stares throughout his childhood. The original owner protected him, then viciously kicked him when he was at his most vulnerable, crushing his sincere feelings.

In the end, after the male lead ascended the throne, he was torn apart by five horses, leaving not a trace behind.

Jun Zhuyan: Thanks, now I'm feeling phantom pain.

He turned around and realized the male lead was only ten, still a tiny little kid.

Jun Zhuyan patted his chest. "It's fine. Kids can still be taught. There's hope for him."

*

To save his own life, Jun Zhuyan took great care of the male lead.

When palace attendants bullied the male lead, Jun Zhuyan made a heroic entrance.

When the old emperor punished him unfairly, Jun Zhuyan knelt to plead for mercy.

When the male lead was left alone in the cold palace, Jun Zhuyan brought him home for New Year's and gave him a big red envelope.

When the male lead killed his enemy, Jun Zhuyan quietly covered it up and taught him the difference between a tyrant and a wise ruler.

Jun Zhuyan diligently played the role of mentor and confidant, stopping the male lead from growing into a great villain.

Feeling the child's subtle dependence on him, Jun Zhuyan was immensely proud of himself.

Who knew that five years later, the male lead would still raise an army and rebel?

The day the city fell, Jun Zhuyan stood atop the city wall, covered in grime, his eyes red as he stared at the people below.

He'd miscalculated. The boy had been reborn.

In his eyes, everything that had happened was a calculated plot and a clumsy performance.

Five years of warmth hadn't melted his innate coldness. Jun Zhuyan was still going to meet the same fate.

How absurd. How tragic.

Amid the rebels' curses, Jun Zhuyan's heart turned to ash, and he jumped without hesitation.

When he opened his eyes again, Jun Zhuyan had become a sickly male attendant newly arrived at the palace.

His new body was frail, and he gasped for breath after every few steps. What concerned Jun Zhuyan even more was that his new face looked almost exactly like his old one.

The day he was forced to attend the male lead's bedchamber, Jun Zhuyan stared at the now-grown male lead with red eyes. Gasping for breath, he raised his exhausted hand and slapped him hard.

The male lead only smiled and pulled him into his arms, madness in his eyes as his emotions surged. "Imperial Brother."

This time, don't even think about leaving again.

*

Countless times in the dead of night, Jun Yan returned to that day in his dreams.

His usually gentle imperial brother had looked at him with eyes as cold as frost, his white robes fluttering as he fell, blood splashing like plum blossoms.

From that day on, he guarded his brother's corpse day after day, his eyes wide with anguish, slashing his wrists and gouging out his own heart.

As long as he came back, I would lock him by my side and never let him leave again. He could resent me, curse me, hate me. I would endure it all.

Two streams of bloody tears ran down his red eyes.

As long as he came back, anything would be fine.

Theme: Love mends the soul.