Can I Still Be Saved After a Creepy, Unhinged Obsessive Gets Attached to Me?

Zhu Lian transmigrates to an unfamiliar ancient world overnight. All he owns is a drafty thatched hut and a lump of dough that can be molded into any human shape. With even food becoming hard to afford, Zhu Lian decides to make a living for himself by opening a reform house. At the time, a local official is fretting over his good-for-nothing son, who spent the previous night drinking himself senseless at a brothel and never came home. Zhu Lian seizes the opportunity. That very evening, a carriage delivers the official’s unconscious son to Zhu Lian’s rundown hut. When the official gets home, he regrets it: My son won’t listen to a word I say. He’ll be back home within half a day. Six months later. “Sir, your son passed the provincial examinations! On his way home, he came across a breached embankment on the Pi County River and came up with a plan for the Ministry of Works to repair it!” A Minister of War the official had met in the capital heard about this and immediately sent his son there, full of hope. But the next day, his subordinate reported that his son had deliberately spent his time at the reform house eating, drinking, and playing cricket, without changing in the slightest. The minister sighed. As expected, there’s no one who can make a young scoundrel behave. Eight months later. “Sir, your son has become a general! He even captured the king of the Beidi army alive, and that very night the enemy sent His Majesty a letter asking for peace!” The minister: ... - Zhu Lian’s reform house is thriving. With a decent amount of money saved, he’s about to pack his things and head to the capital for an easy life. Then he hears devastating news: the clay double he made of himself got into a scuffle with an important figure while working at a theater, and the man wants him beheaded. Apparently, the man is the crown prince, who just left the palace. Zhu Lian’s vision goes dark. He hurriedly summons his double and goes to beg for mercy. In the end, the crown prince spares him, but demands that he serve as his counselor for two years. The crown prince interrogates people in the imperial prison, and Zhu Lian passes him the instruments of torture. The crown prince writes letters, and Zhu Lian grinds his ink. Sometimes Zhu Lian goes to the Red Sleeve House to listen to songs, only to have the crown prince dock his pay when he returns. The prince lets him off only after he promises not to get overly familiar with women again, his face dark with displeasure. Zhu Lian works diligently by the crown prince’s side. Months pass without incident, until one day the crown prince tells him to come along on the autumn hunt. Zhu Lian is listless and very reluctant. But the next day, the crown prince sees that Zhu Lian has perked up and is changing into an outfit. The prince’s gaze stalls, then turns dark. He’d once happened to see Zhu Lian bathing. Zhu Lian had a soft, supple waist, slender legs, and a butterfly-shaped birthmark on the inside of his thigh. But the Zhu Lian before him doesn’t have one. After they return from the autumn hunt, the people around the crown prince notice that Zhu Lian is summoned to the prince’s bedchamber every day. On the day their two-year agreement ends, Zhu Lian is summoned again. “Counselor Zhu is actually quite diligent, and easy to get along with. He often brings us snacks from outside. What on earth does the crown prince dislike about him? He calls Zhu Lian in every day, and every time Zhu Lian comes out with red eyes. Sometimes his legs are shaking so badly he can barely stand. The crown prince must have beaten him.” The guards posted outside feel sorry for Zhu Lian. They notice that he’s been inside for a long time, but the crown prince still hasn’t arrived. While everyone is worrying, Zhu Lian has already packed his things in his rundown hut and is ready to run. Everything is prepared, except that as soon as he steps outside, he collides with someone. Bang! Zhu Lian’s head rings from the impact. He struggles to open his eyes, and when he sees the figure in front of him, his heart suddenly pounds. He’d already sent his double over...!! The rundown hut sways in the torrential rain. In the darkness, the crown prince ignores Zhu Lian’s disbelieving eyes and approaches him step by step. The man throws the letter in his hand to the ground, raises a hand to grip Zhu Lian’s trembling pale waist, and whispers in his ear, enunciating each word: “You wished me a unified empire and a house full of children and grandchildren?” “Fine. I’ll grant your wish and fill the empire with descendants, using your belly.” Coming Soon “The Beauty in the Coffin” Xie Heyin discovers a coffin in the basement of his home. Inside lies a beauty. There’s no mention of this person anywhere in the family records, only two characters engraved in the lower-right corner of the coffin: Yu Qing. One day, a torrential rain begins without warning. The room is dim. After a soft sound, the beauty’s long black hair falls to the floor, and he steps barefoot out of the coffin. He walks up to the only living person in the room and coolly orders, “Young one, prepare some water. I’m going to bathe.” Xie Heyin: ... Yu Qing frowns. “What are you standing around for? You’re not even seventy, and you’ve already forgotten how to understand human speech?” Xie Heyin: “No, I’m just wondering whether an ordinary person’s first reaction to seeing a ghost is to scream or run away.” Yu Qing: ... Yu Qing is an old-fashioned fossil, but he has a beautiful face, cool as jade, with the bearing of an immortal. It’s hard not to develop some improper intentions toward him. He doesn’t like talking to people. Xie Heyin is determined to seduce and toy with him, watching him struggle to hold back while there’s nothing he can do about it. At last, Yu Qing decides to run away. He turns his head and carefully chooses his words. “I’d like to discuss something with you...” Before he can finish, the back of his hand is pressed against the steaming bathroom mirror. Xie Heyin lifts the beauty’s sweat-damp chin. “Thinking of running? Forget it.” 1. A flirtatious antique appraiser who’s destined to die alone, gong x a calm, stunning beauty ghost who easily inspires sadistic urges, shou. 2. The gong isn’t normal, either. Theme: A man can rise from humble beginnings to the imperial court in a single day