Shen Zhuoyan served as Grand Tutor of the Xuan Dynasty for ten years, raising a whole group of princes with endless care and effort, only to sacrifice himself to Heaven amid the struggle for the throne.
He casually picked the sharpest sword and killed himself with it. As luck would have it, it belonged to the gloomy, obsessive Third Prince.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in a modern high school classroom, in his senior year.
Shen Zhuoyan was ecstatic. At last, he had escaped the indecisive Crown Prince, the sweet-faced but sinister Second Prince, the bastard emperor who used him as a pawn... and the Third Prince who had repeatedly imprisoned him, coveting him all along!
Until...
"This is your uncle's son. He'll be living with us from now on," his parents said with a smile.
In the entryway, a handsome young man with a tall, slender build slowly raised his head. His eyes stayed fixed on Shen Zhuoyan, his expression unreadable. "Grand Tutor, it's been a while."
Shen Zhuoyan's legs nearly gave way. Wasn't this Wei Heng, the Third Prince who had bathed the imperial palace in blood after Shen Zhuoyan killed himself?!
How had he come here?!
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And that wasn't all. During math class, the class representative suddenly slammed his hand on the desk and shouted, "Where do you think you're going, rebel?!"
It was the Second Prince, whom Shen Zhuoyan had talked into guarding the frontier!
During history class, the class dunce scolded the teacher: "What do you know about the art of ruling?!"
It was the old emperor himself, who had pitted his sons against one another!
Even worse, the captain of the school basketball team was the General Who Pacified the North, whose marriage proposal Shen Zhuoyan had once rejected. The student council president was the chancellor's son, whom Shen Zhuoyan had once set up. Even the school doctor was the hostage prince who had poisoned him...
The entire imperial court had transmigrated with him!!!
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During a tutoring session in the bedroom, Wei Heng pinned him against the desk, running a fingertip over the scar on his neck from his past life. "Grand Tutor, you taught me to govern the country and protect its people. Why did you run away first?"
The fingertip made Shen Zhuoyan's skin burn. "You're a guest staying at my house now..."
"All the more reason to..." Wei Heng bit down on his trembling Adam's apple. "Repay you properly for taking me in."
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In his previous life, Wei Heng fought his way into the imperial palace, staining its steps with blood. But on the day of his coronation, Shen Zhuoyan rushed into his sword and died.
The man had offered his life as a remonstration. The blood splashed across Wei Heng's dragon robe was a vivid red.
For the next twenty-eight years, Wei Heng became a benevolent ruler praised by all.
He worked diligently and cared for his people, all for Shen Zhuoyan's words: "Rule with virtue, and treat your subjects with compassion."
Before his death, he stubbornly issued an order to be buried beside Shen Zhuoyan.
If they couldn't share a bed in life, they would share a grave in death.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in Shen Zhuoyan's era.
The Grand Tutor who had died by his sword without a second thought was now his classmate, living under the same roof.
Wei Heng's gaze grew dark.
"Back then, you used your life to teach me how to let go..."
"Now you can teach me how to keep you locked up more securely."
Reader's Guide:
One-on-one romance, happy ending. Gentle, absentminded receptive lead × obsessive, deranged assertive lead
Parallel-world concept. The classmates whose bodies were taken over are all fine.
Everyone transmigrates, with a touch of ensemble cast and a touch of angst and remorse.
Theme: Embrace the baptism of the new era