Reborn as My Adoptive Father's Precious Jewel

Wei Zizhu drank the poisoned wine and was reborn at the age of sixteen.

He was so angry he laughed.

Born into a noble family and blessed with extraordinary beauty, he had been cherished and adored his entire life.

Yet in his previous life, he fell hopelessly in love with the Third Prince, helped him ascend the throne, and ended up abandoned by his friends and family, then discarded once he was no longer useful. He must have been possessed.

He planned to enjoy life as a carefree young lord, but never expected that...

REBORN, AND STILL HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL.

Wei Zizhu looked at the tall, cold man before him, his smile freezing on his face.

The current chancellor, a Confucian master, a peerless statesman: Li Ji.

... Haha, there are too many people here for me to handle.

This man had personally taught him to read and write, and was his adoptive father, who could hold him completely in his arms.

He was also the political enemy Wei Zizhu later drew a blade against in public.

In his previous life, Wei Zizhu broke with Li Ji over the Third Prince. Every time he saw Li Ji, he was reminded of his embarrassing past, and he would sulk as Li Ji disciplined him. But then he noticed two strange things.

First, he seemed to still have "unfinished feelings" for the Third Prince.

Second, he kept dreaming about Li Ji.

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In his dreams, Li Ji was a thousand, ten thousand times worse than he was in real life.

The dreams were absurd. They were supposedly at the moment of their falling-out in his previous life, arguing fiercely, when Li Ji suddenly pulled him into his arms. Li Ji's lips were cold, and his kisses left Wei Zizhu unable to breathe.

He bit his adoptive father's tongue hard.

The next day, Wei Zizhu planned to make trouble for him during class, only to be told the chancellor was unwell and that he should study on his own.

Hmph!!

After another failed assassination attempt on the Third Prince, Wei Zizhu trembled with rage.

When the other man was in danger, he had rushed over to save him against his own will.

That night, he dreamed that he confessed his love to the Third Prince in his previous life, but the person he waited for so desperately turned out to be Li Ji.

In the blink of an eye, the room was filled with red candles. His adoptive father gazed at him coldly, bent down to kiss him, then pushed him into the bed curtains.

In a daze of passion, Wei Zizhu found himself tangled in countless red threads that gave off black wisps of smoke. Li Ji held a silver knife and slashed down without mercy.

He woke in a panic. Though he had been making love in the dream, his back was aching, and a ring of red marks had appeared on his wrist.

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Deeply humiliated, Wei Zizhu used illness as an excuse to hide at his maternal grandparents' home, but the dreams refused to leave him alone.

This time, he was dying from poison in his previous life. His vision was dark, his heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife, and through his haze he heard someone call him by his childhood name.

... It was Li Ji. Had he really come then?

Wei Zizhu became a ghost and drifted toward the voice. Beneath the golden steps, he saw Li Ji, a man even the late emperor had treated with the utmost respect, kneeling before someone.

He heard the Third Prince sneer, "Wei Zizhu severed all ties with you for my sake. Is he really worth kneeling and begging for?"

"I only ask Your Majesty to return Yunu to me."

He could no longer make out what the Third Prince said. It seemed he demanded something in exchange, and Li Ji agreed at once, without hesitation.

Wei Zizhu stared at him in a daze.

How could this be?

They had long since become strangers. At court, Li Ji would not even spare him a glance. Wei Zizhu had sulked and thought that Li Ji must have been utterly disappointed in him long ago.

But Wei Zizhu was already dead, and his heart ached unbearably. He couldn't help calling softly, just as he had when he was little:

"... Adoptive Father, don't believe him."

Li Ji suddenly looked up.

Through the swirling snow, their eyes met.

The next moment, the dream shattered.

Wei Zizhu woke up in tears, only to find himself in Li Ji's arms.

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A stoic, devoted, ice-cold father figure x a beautiful darling cherished above all

1. Both are each other's only ones. No swapping or reversing the pairing, and no shipping other characters together. They love each other deeply.

2. Adoptive father and son, no blood relation. Has an old-fashioned feel.

3. The protagonist had no romantic feelings in his previous life. Contains fantasy elements and light political intrigue, with the focus on romance.

[No bashing the protagonist to praise the love interest, or bashing the love interest to praise the protagonist]

Theme: Back then, it all seemed ordinary. 25.10.08