Qi Yuan was tired of living.
When he died suddenly from working overtime, he thought, Good, I've lived long enough.
But then he was reborn as the young master of a marquis's household, and faced another whole lifetime!
In this life, Qi Yuan was even more tired of living, but his family cherished and doted on him too much for him to do anything about it.
When he was three, Qi Yuan deliberately fell into the water in the dead of winter. His father fished him out, and afterward, whenever Qi Yuan coughed because of the illness he'd been left with, his old father regretted not pulling him out sooner.
When he was ten, Qi Yuan deliberately got into a fight with a classmate at school and bumped his head. His mother stormed into the school, then held him and said, "My poor son, you've suffered so much."
When he was fourteen, Qi Yuan deliberately let bandits abduct him. His eldest brother, usually as gentle as an immortal, slaughtered the bandits' stronghold alone, dressed in white and wielding a single sword. Amid all the blood, his brother, an immortal fallen into darkness, drew him into his arms and sighed, "Yuan Yuan, don't be afraid."
When he was seventeen, Qi Yuan deliberately...
This time, it wasn't deliberate. Who could have guessed that the real young master would return and expose him as the fake one?
Thinking he would be thrown out of the manor and then take his own life, Qi Yuan lifted his pale, fragile face, coughed softly from inside his fur-lined coat, and said, "This lowly commoner is willing to leave the manor."
But his parents and brothers all started crying!
They held Qi Yuan and said they would always be a family.
With no other options, Qi Yuan, who was tired of living, set his sights on the tyrant.
Everyone knew the tyrant was violent and capricious, cruel in all he did, and would have anyone who dared offend him even with a single word served a cup of poisoned wine.
The tyrant hated people commenting on his face more than anything.
So at a banquet, while others offered rare treasures, Qi Yuan, looking frail and sickly, gave the tyrant a begonia blossom and said, "Its color is exquisite, but it pales beside Your Majesty's beauty."
The tyrant was insatiable, and rumors said he slept with several people each night.
So when they were choosing consorts, while others urged His Majesty to fill the harem, Qi Yuan said that with disasters striking one after another, His Majesty would be better off abstaining from pleasure and staying single.
After provoking him time and time again, Qi Yuan, who was practically begging for death, still didn't die.
On the bed, tears at the corners of his eyes, Qi Yuan gritted his teeth and asked, "I've provoked you so many times. Why won't you order my death, Your Majesty?"
The tyrant raised an eyebrow. Holding down the struggling Qi Yuan with one hand, he drawled, "Oh? Provoking me? I thought you were flirting."
Later, Qi Yuan wasn't tired of living anymore.
Whenever he got tired of life, the tyrant would drag him onto the bed...
Now he was even more sick of that bed.
1. Blurb screenshot dated 2026.8.19
2. A sickly beauty who is tired of living, bottom x a mad tyrant, top
Theme: Strive through hardship
