『Monopolizing the Spoiled』
BL: Scheming, vindictive, mad-dog tyrant top × Carefree, pampered young master bottom Historical #BarbarianTyrant #CentralPlainsYoungMaster #SizeDifference #ForcedLove #ExtremeDoubleStandards #HighMaintenanceBottom #SchemingMadDogTop #IdentityReveal Jiang Yao is the most favored legitimate young son of a prince of a different surname in the Central Plains. Born to supreme wealth and pampering, he has a temper that is equally spoiled and fastidious. After a military defeat, the imperial court sought peace. Wary of the Jiang family's military power, the Emperor issued an imperial decree forcibly declaring Jiang Yao a "male bride of diplomatic marriage," stuffing him into the convoy bound for the grasslands. What humiliated him most was not the political marriage itself, but that the convoy actually included three stunning dancing girls and two actors. As a proud young master of the Jiang household, he had been reduced to being packed away alongside lowborn entertainers, delivered like merchandise to that legendary steppe tyrant who kills without batting an eye. Inside the royal yurt, Jiang Yao knelt upon the coarse rug, his heart churning with the fury of betrayal and absolute revulsion. Upon his high seat, the nomadic tyrant Helian Ge looked like a wolf inspecting its prey, scanning the shivering tributes below with detached indifference. Until his gaze fell upon Jiang Yao. This delicate, pretty young master wasn't crying or wailing; instead, he wore an expression of sheer disgust, looking as if he might vomit at any second. Dry-heaving in front of the tyrant was nothing short of a death wish. Yet Helian Ge did not draw his blade to strike him down. Instead, he pinched his chin and let out a low chuckle. After that day, every dancing girl and actor in the royal tent was handed down to the generals beneath him. Only Jiang Yao remained. Everyone across the steppe soon knew that the Great King had brought back a porcelain doll from the Central Plains. This young master possessed a terrible temper—complaining the mutton was too tough, the furs too coarse, and the yurt too freezing. He kicked up endless fusses, prone to flying into rages and smashing anything within reach. Everyone thought the tyrant would lose his temper, but all they ever saw was the bloodthirsty Helian Ge: keeping a cold, stern face as he dispatched men to the Central Plains to raid for the finest chefs and silks, while pulling that finicky young master into his embrace, wrapping him tightly in a sweeping wolf-fur cloak. "The empire this king conquered was meant to let you walk unchecked."
The empire this king conquered was meant to let you walk unchecked