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A restrained, seemingly celibate righteous immortal lord who’s the one being pursued × a scheming, sweet-talking leader of the Joyous Union Sect who pretends to be innocent and takes the initiative

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As the newly crowned top scholar, Shen Zhiye scrupulously followed the rules of propriety. Romance was the furthest thing from his mind; all he cared about was serving his country.

Who could have guessed that fate would take an unexpected turn, and an imperial decree ordering his marriage would match him with the wrong person?

His bride was breathtakingly beautiful, but taller than him, with broad shoulders and a straight back. She had none of the delicate grace expected of a sheltered young lady, and even seemed rather dashing.

He thought to himself: She’s from a military family. It’s only natural.

After their wedding, his spouse’s build and temperament also seemed a little unusual.

Sometimes she was nimble and brisk, sometimes as willowy as a breeze-blown willow. She was not very warm, and on the rare occasions she smiled, there was something almost mischievous about it.

Never mind. Perhaps she’d been spoiled as a wealthy young lady and simply didn’t care for him.

Still, he would work hard and make a secure future for them both. Even if they didn’t love each other, they could at least treat each other with respect.

Later, when Shen Zhiye was ambushed by bandits and on the verge of death, a figure swept down from the sky like a startled swan.

That back was unmistakably his spouse’s, but her skill and bearing were truly… just like a man’s.

*

Sheng Shiyi had died on the battlefield. When she opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated to another world! Not only had she become a “woman” awaiting marriage, she was also expected to wed a frail scholar? Absurd!

But the man looked so mild-mannered and stodgy that he probably wouldn’t try anything. She might as well take advantage of the situation, settle down in his household, and enjoy some peace and quiet.

As they spent day after day together, this slender yet steadfast top scholar gradually captured her gaze, until she found she could no longer look away.

*

After he was rescued, the two became bound together through life and death. Their feelings blossomed in secret, and they grew closer by the day.

Later, beneath the warm red wedding curtains, just as they were about to embrace, Shen Zhiye’s hand brushed against something that definitely did not belong to a woman. He froze.

“You… You really are a man!?”

Sheng Shiyi half closed her eyes and pulled the stunned man close. “Dear brother, darling husband, I gave you so many hints. How could you not notice? You didn’t expose me because you were willing to accept me, weren’t you? Or do I need to be even more forward?”

A gentle, reserved, emotionally oblivious scholar × a scheming, possessive green tea who fights to claim what she wants

Reader’s Guide

1. Slow burn, one-on-one romance, both leads’ first time, happy ending.

2. The dynasty is fictional, with plenty of authorial liberties.

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A seemingly celibate, restrained righteous immortal lord × a scheming, seemingly innocent leader of the Joyous Union Sect

Song Anlan × Qin Fanghao

Song Anlan is a once-in-a-century sword cultivator prodigy. Unfortunately, the previous prodigy is still alive, and he’s Song Anlan’s senior brother, so Song Anlan will always be second best.

Still, there’s one bright spot: his senior brother was lured away by someone from the Joyous Union Sect.

But then trouble followed. Song Anlan had to go save him, because his senior brother is the master’s biological son.

So Song Anlan set off, fully prepared for a fight to the death… No, that’s not right!

He went down the mountain determined to bring his senior brother back alive, or at least bring home his body.

He searched every inch of the Joyous Union Sect without catching so much as a glimpse of his senior brother, but wound up rescuing a disciple by accident.

The man had a face as lovely as a woman’s.

Song Anlan wasn’t convinced. The man had said so himself, and besides, Song Anlan was blind. How could he know whether someone was beautiful?

The man also claimed his name was Qin Ernui, saying that a lowly name would help him thrive.

Song Anlan thought something was off, but he didn’t know how to argue. He didn’t understand what names meant, either.

Most importantly, Ernui said he knew where Song Anlan’s senior brother was.

So Song Anlan kept him close, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say Ernui led him around by the nose.

Ernui stayed by his side, calling him “Immortal Master” morning and night in a sweet, cloying voice, as if he couldn’t live without him. It was endlessly irritating.

But his master had once said that all living beings could be guided onto the right path. Song Anlan agreed. Despite his senior brother’s cautionary example, he still believed Ernui would mend his ways and stop engaging in such sordid business.

He never expected Ernui to climb into his bed one day.

“Dear Immortal Master, please… help me.”

Only then did Song Anlan understand. The man was born with a bewitching body; it was simply his nature, and nothing could change that.

Still, Song Anlan had heard that pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin.

He drew his sword and drove it through the man’s shoulder, pinning him to the wall, clothes and all.

Blood spattered across his fingertips, warm and sticky.

It felt a little exciting. A little strange.

Could this really improve his cultivation?

If so, wouldn’t he surpass his senior brother even sooner?

And if that was true, wouldn’t it work even better with the leader of the Joyous Union Sect?

He pushed his sword deeper, then crouched and felt the other man’s face, smiling as he asked, “Ernui… or should I call you Sect Leader Qin? Tell me, how should I help you, and how will you repay me?”

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