Where Is My Huge White Lotus?

[Younger, gentle, scheming, highly possessive general top x clever, troublemaking, disabled young marquis bottom]

Everyone knows that though Zhuang Yinhe bears the title Duke Yanwen, he is nothing more than a puppet chained to the capital.

He is disabled himself, so he makes sure no one else gets to enjoy life either.

Thus, Zhuang Yinhe makes no secret of his perversions: he likes men, and he is cruel about it.

So when he goes to choose slaves again, everyone silently hopes he picks someone sturdy this time, someone who will last at least a month.

But then...

"Master, please have mercy on me..." A thin arm covered in wounds clutched the hem of Zhuang Yinhe's robe. Blood from the boy's hand left a rusty-red stain on the fabric.

The slave had just been beaten with a whip. He was still barely past childhood, and looked as if he might die at any moment.

A eunuch kicked him away. "This slave offended the Duke. Drag him out!"

But Zhuang Yinhe bent down and used his slender tobacco pipe to lift the little slave's chin. His gaze drifted lightly over the boy's face, smeared with blood and dirt.

Then Duke Yanwen chuckled. "I'll take him."

Everyone was shocked, convinced the new little slave wouldn't last three days.

Who could have guessed that the battered little slave who continued staring fixedly at Duke Yanwen would become the one Zhuang Yinhe kept for the longest?

For a lifetime.

-

Zhuang Yinhe had never intended to raise a child. After all, he himself was disabled and had trouble getting around, and his life's ambition was to become a treacherous rebel.

He only needed these slaves to cover up his real intentions.

Wen Cimo had originally been just another pawn.

But the boy was so obedient and perceptive. He would let Zhuang Yinhe pinch his cheeks and warm his bed.

He was also fun to tease. A little bullying made him run away; a little scaring made him cry, and he even knew to hide and cry in secret.

He was simply... made for domestic life, to the point that Zhuang Yinhe nearly forgot about usurping the throne.

But as time passed, Zhuang Yinhe couldn't bear to part with him.

The path he had chosen was so dangerous that even staking nine lives might not buy a single lifetime. He didn't want the boy to die alongside him.

So Zhuang Yinhe personally shaped Wen Cimo into a brilliant, well-rounded person, then personally abandoned him in the desert.

Even then, he firmly believed that the treacherous rebel he'd raised had turned into a pure little lotus untouched by the mud.

Until many years later, when Zhuang Yinhe was locked to the headboard.

The mighty general, the "little lotus" who commanded a vast army, said through gritted teeth:

"Didn't you always want the military power in my hands? I love you, so I can give it to you. But you'll have to trade yourself for it."

-

Zhuang Yinhe had plotted for a lifetime, only to realize in the end that he was the one who had been manipulated.

Wen Cimo had entered the game and stirred up chaos at the border, all so he could put someone else on the throne.

* The bottom's legs are healed later in the story.

* The top is seven years younger than the bottom.

* Historical fantasy setting. Not historically rigorous.

* Blurb archived in August 2024.

[New project]

"After the Scumbag Is Tamed by a Seductive Beauty"

Su Che's father was dead and his mother was gone. People pointed fingers at him and called him a jinx who had brought death to his whole family. Su Che thought his life couldn't possibly get any more miserable, but when he got his test results, he learned that his cursed fate could even turn against him.

It was already terminal. The doctor told him to go home, eat and drink what he liked, and make the most of the time he had left.

Su Che was about to find a beautiful place to bury himself when Qin Yue told him, "I can save you."

From that day on, there was always someone to hold Su Che when he was cold and carry him when he was tired.

When his illness flared up, the man drew blood from his own heart and fed it to him.

Su Che was a flower nourished by Qin Yue's life, so of course he bloomed with wild, vivid beauty.

Su Che knew he had found someone he could trust with his heart.

But the day after Su Che came out, his lover threw him into the Abyss of Ghosts with his own hands. The dying could communicate with the living and the dead. Su Che had only ever been a "spirit-summoning banner" Qin Yue had created.

Qin Yue crouched down and looked at Su Che, pinned helplessly beneath a swarm of ghosts. His eyes were full of disgust. "You actually like men? That's disgusting... Why are you laughing?"

Su Che was laughing at Qin Yue, who didn't even realize he was in love.

The man had been willing to give up his life to save Su Che, yet still thought he was straight.

But for now, Su Che's first priority was getting out alive.

Knowing how good-looking he was, Su Che struggled to lift his head despite his restraints and weakly pressed his lips to the man's ear. "Save me, and tonight I'll give you a little treat."

Qin Yue stared at the red corners of his eyes, so bewitching they could ensnare a soul, and released him as if under a spell.

That night, Su Che blindfolded Qin Yue and made him kneel over him, kissing his way down. Su Che was very sensitive at the small of his back, so his moans were especially enticing that night.

Su Che had now seen through Qin Yue and lost interest in him, but he still needed the man to treat his illness.

So until he recovered, he had to find a way to keep Qin Yue by his side.

To that end, Su Che carefully planned every move, even deliberately letting a little of his abdomen show.

Before long, Qin Yue realized that Su Che looked beautiful when he was weakened by a flare-up, and that even his breathless curses sounded wonderful.

Su Che looked at the man who had long since fallen for him and smiled nonchalantly.

He knew it: no dog he took a fancy to could ever escape.

Su Che recovered.

So when Qin Yue finally worked up the courage to come home with roses and confess his feelings, Su Che had vanished without a trace.

[Extra Scene]

Only after Su Che disappeared did Qin Yue learn that the sickly man who was always feeling unwell was the childhood friend who had once saved his life.

To find him, Qin Yue ran back and forth between the human world and the ghost realm countless times, until he finally stepped into a place of certain death and was left on the brink of dying.

Su Che looked at the man who had chased him across all three realms and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Qin Yue was covered in blood and couldn't even stand, but he still forced himself to crawl to Su Che's feet.

Su Che kicked away the hand gripping his trouser leg. "You actually like men? That's disgusting."

"Want me to save you?" Su Che crouched and patted the blood-smeared side of his face with a smile. "Beg me, puppy."

[Beautiful man trains mad dog; they save each other]

Theme: Turn the tide when all seems lost, and prop up the collapsing tower