『Emperor / BL / Sweet Fluff』
Ancient Style / Emperor / BL The reigning Emperor, Xiao Yan, is notoriously protective of his own. The entire court knows that Xie Qingyan, the Marquis of Zhenbei, is the Emperor's heart and soul—he is not to be touched or provoked, and even a slightly harsh word toward him can cause the Emperor's expression to remain icy for half a day. In the year of the misty apricot blossoms, Xiao Yan, then the Crown Prince, found a lost Xie Qingyan in the Imperial Garden. The youth had elegant features and timidly tugged at his sleeve, calling him "Your Highness." From that moment, he resided in Xiao Yan's heart. After his enthronement, he announced to the world that Xie Qingyan could enter and leave the forbidden palace at will, dine with the Emperor, and hold command over half the military. When people whispered that the Marquis's power was too great, Xiao Yan simply replied, "My person shall not be bullied by others, nor by me." Beneath the red walls of the Forbidden City, the ginkgo leaves turn from green to gold. Beside the dragon throne, a seat is forever reserved—a tenderness unique to Xie Qingyan. ----------------- In the Imperial Study, the charcoal brazier burns warmly. Xiao Yan reviews memorials, yet the corner of his eye remains fixed on Xie Qingyan, who is reading by his side. Xie Qingyan is lost in his book, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the pages. Xiao Yan sets down his vermilion brush, approaches silently, and reaches out to straighten the hem of Xie's robes ruffled by the draft. "A-Yan, you've been keeping me company for half an hour. Are you tired?" Xiao Yan's voice murmurs by his ear, filled with lazy indulgence. Xie Qingyan stiffens, a blush blooming on his cheeks. He turns his head to chide, "Your Majesty, where is the decorum? If the servants see..." "Let them see," Xiao Yan chuckles, tapping his forehead lightly. "Can my Empress not even stay in the Imperial Study?" The word "Empress" makes Xie Qingyan's heart tremble. He reaches out to pull away, but Xiao Yan gently catches his wrist. A ginkgo leaf drifts in through the window and settles in Xie Qingyan's hair; Xiao Yan brushes it away, his eyes so tender they could overflow with warmth. "A-Yan, this vast empire of ten thousand miles is not worth half of the beauty in your eyes." ----------------- Emperors are often cold-hearted, yet he turned out to be so deeply devoted. "My A-Yan is the finest person in all the world."
I will spoil you so well that anyone who approaches you will have to weigh whether they are worthy.