The Sickly Heartthrob Is Determined to Die

Lin Zhi got into a car accident. When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into a classic political intrigue novel about nine princes fighting for the throne. Not only that, he'd become a sickly invalid, the sort who wore a heavy cloak and had a face as white as paper. He coughed up blood after walking a few steps and came down with a high fever after a little time in the wind. Even saying a few words made him press a hand to his chest and cough repeatedly. The System told him that if he died, he could come back to life and return home. But as the original protagonist's behind-the-scenes strategist, he would only die at the hands of an important supporting character. And the System had just one requirement for him: the protagonist, Prince Ning, must not die before he did. Lin Zhi did the math. What a great deal! He couldn't die easily anyway, and if he did die, he could go home. All he had to do was help the protagonist? He was in! Li Mingyuan, Prince Ning, held great power, but in his heart was someone he hated with all his might and dared not mention. At first, he hated this person for doing nothing but standing in his way. Even when he knelt for hours in a rainstorm until both legs were ruined, nearly losing his life, he stubbornly insisted on remonstrating with him, begging him to consider the greater good and not act rashly. He could see it clearly: the man shivered like a fallen leaf in the rain, yet still forced himself to straighten his back. "Your Highness, please think it over, " Later, he hated this person for not taking care of his own health. The imperial physicians had repeatedly warned him: old ailments plagued him, his brilliance would only hurt him, and he thought and worried too much. He wouldn't live long, and only quiet recuperation might barely preserve his life. But how could this man obediently listen? He still poured his heart and soul into everything, exhausting himself with worry. Even in a fever-induced stupor, he worried about the battles. Even on the brink of death, he worried about Li Mingyuan's safety... Nearly unconscious, he still forced himself to pat Li Mingyuan's hand and tell him not to worry. Li Mingyuan knelt on one knee and drew him into his arms, thinking: What he hated most was his own helplessness. Later still, he hated that this man's heart held only the fires of war at the border, the great cause of imperial power, and the common people. He hated that the man had no idea how long Li Mingyuan had loved him, how many nights he'd tossed and turned, full of bitterness but afraid to speak. He hated that the man's heart held so many people, so many things, but no place for him. One-on-one + both are each other's first + happy ending. I just love me a sickly, universally adored character. From the middle of the story onward, the protagonist isn't risking his life for the male lead. He truly cares about the common people, and is genuinely beloved by everyone. Theme: Embrace life with all your heart.