The Male Concubine

What would a modern person think first upon transmigrating to ancient times? Ruan Lianqing only wanted to kill himself on the spot.

Who on earth fantasizes every day about going back to ancient times?! What’s so great about a place where you have to scrape yourself clean with a little wooden stick after taking a shit?

Ruan Lianqing was just an unambitious college student. He didn’t have any of the essential skills for a transmigrator. Even though he knew saltpeter could be used to make ice, he had no idea what saltpeter actually looked like.

If he’d transmigrated as a prince or noble, at least he could’ve enjoyed the perks of his status. But unfortunately, Ruan Lianqing had become a “top courtesan” about to be auctioned off for his first night.

He might as well kill himself...

Either he could go back to a place where he could shit in peace, or he could stop shitting altogether.

But before dying, Ruan Lianqing, a kind-hearted college student with a clear conscience, decided to auction off a night with himself first. He’d find some sucker to tip enough money to buy the poor servant boy beside him out of bondage.

His abilities were limited, but helping one person still counted as a good deed. He hoped Heaven would let him go back to being a rich second-generation kid in return for his kindness.

He hadn’t even spent all the money in his bank account yet!

He got himself drunk, then somehow spent the night with a man. Feigning helplessness and vulnerability, Ruan Lianqing hinted that the man should buy his freedom and the little servant’s too.

Yan Heming: ...

If there was anyone in Great Chu you absolutely mustn’t offend, it was Yan Heming, the current chief minister.

Not only was he sternly impartial and cold-blooded, he was also doomed to bring misfortune to those around him. He was said to have brought ruin to his parents and brother-in-law, and all three fiancées his sister had arranged for him had met untimely deaths.

To put it bluntly, the name of Chief Minister Yan could scare children into silence.

Even so, people eager to curry favor with Yan Heming were as plentiful as fish crossing a river. Everyone knew that he enjoyed the Emperor’s favor, and getting on his good side could send you soaring to success.

Send him gold and silver, and the next day Yan Heming would impeach the sender for corruption and bribery. Three families would be ruined, staining half the sky with blood.

Send him a beauty, and Yan Heming would turn around and impeach the sender for bullying men and women, then have his colleague’s son exiled three thousand li.

So when the newly appointed county commandant of the capital, who’d bought his position with a donation, purchased a top courtesan and sent him to Yan Heming’s bed, civil and military officials alike thought the man was finished. The various factions began scheming over how to fill the soon-to-be-vacant post of county commandant with one of their own.

But as they waited, the county commandant wasn’t brought down. Instead, a male concubine who was forever trying to kill himself appeared in the chief minister’s residence.

The civil and military officials: !!! So this was Yan Heming’s type?

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Ruan Lianqing never forgot his original intention. Even after moving into the chief minister’s residence, where he could wipe his butt with silk, he was still determined to die.

He tried to hang himself. Yan Heming held his legs up with one hand, while reading an erotic manual with the other. Then he put all the things he’d just learned to use on him.

He threw himself into a lake. Yan Heming wrapped an arm around his waist and breathed into his mouth, then, still unsatisfied, stayed in the lake with him for an hour. By the time they climbed out, Ruan Lianqing could barely stand.

He caught a cold and refused to take medicine, hoping to die of it. Yan Heming fed him the medicine mouthful by mouthful, then knelt before the Buddha for a long time, begging all the gods not to take his beloved Qingqing away.

“I’ve given you a courtesy name: Chunling.”

“In ancient times, there was a great Chun tree that considered eight thousand years a spring and another eight thousand years an autumn. I hope my Qingqing will enjoy endless years.”

Cool and obsessive chief minister top VS laid-back, apathetic bottom who’s barely clinging to life

P.S. 1. The bottom has no modern skills or golden finger. All he has is the mindset of an ordinary college student. I think that most people who transmigrate to ancient times really wouldn’t have that many skills. For example, a lot of people know you can make ice with saltpeter or tofu with brine, but the vast majority don’t know how to actually do it.

2. The top is 28 and the bottom is 18, with a ten-year age gap. They are each other’s first and only.

3. The top barely knew his three previous fiancées. His sister arranged them, and all he knew was which family each girl came from.

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