Explore
Shang Shixu (GL)“Bearing the frost of a Crown Princess without extinguishing the warmth in her heart; capable of guarding ten thousand miles of realm, yet also shielding the one she loves.”Duty vs. Desire / Uncontrollable Passion / Master of Pen and Sword / Stately Outside, Gentle Inside “Bearing the frost of a Crown Princess without extinguishing the warmth in her heart; capable of guarding ten thousand miles of realm, yet also shielding the one she loves.” Shang Shixu, the legitimate Imperial Crown Princess of the reigning dynasty, has been trapped between the venerated glory of thousands and the austere discipline of the court since her earliest memories, living a life of extreme restraint and confinement. Born to a lonely existence, her birth mother passed away early. Sitting on the highest throne, the Emperor was devoted solely to state affairs, always remaining distant and aloof toward her without a shred of ordinary father-daughter warmth. Through the long, lonely years, the only person who accompanied her growth and shaped her character was the Grand Preceptor who taught her. For years, the Grand Preceptor instructed and reminded her day and night of the way of a ruler: dwelling in the position of heir and governing the realm, the greatest taboo is revealing one's emotions; a ruler must show neither joy nor anger on their face and lock their sentiments away in their heart. This maxim was deeply carved into her blood and bone, woven into every word and action, becoming her sole creed in conduct for decades to come. Shang Shixu was endowed with astonishing natural talent and an intellect far surpassing ordinary people. At the age of seven, she read widely through thousands of volumes, memorized classical treatises on statecraft, and grasped the historical rises and falls of order and chaos. At ten, she made an unprecedented appearance at court beside the Emperor, sitting formally in the hall to observe political affairs and comprehending the hearts of officials and the political maneuvers of the court. At fifteen, she first revealed her sharp edge when ordered to oversee the Ministry of Personnel; she handled matters fairly and decisively, punishing and rewarding with precision, keeping intricate state affairs in impeccable order. The entire court and country praised her for her steady wisdom and extraordinary bearing, hailing her as the heir destined by Heaven and the undisputed choice to take command of the realm in the future. Occupying the position of Crown Princess, she was forever the picture of flawlessness in the eyes of the world. Draped year-round in solemn black court robes, she stood poised and erect, exuding a chilling aura and an aloof, majestic presence that kept strangers at bay. Seven shifts of guards had attended her, yet not a single one dared raise their eyes boldly in her presence—all bowed low with deep reverence. Her speech was exceedingly concise, each word resounding like an imperial decree; her reasoning and conduct were as strict and methodical as court statutes. Even when rejecting an official's memorial or deciding on state affairs of paramount importance, her expression remained calm and unruffled, devoid of the slightest personal emotion. Absolute composure and utter perfection were the rules of survival by which she protected herself and solidified her position as heir. She painstakingly maintained an icy, flawless facade, locking away every trace of softness and emotion. She was meant to be the supreme, temperature-less ruler upon the Golden Imperial Hall—her path rigid, disciplined, and strictly adhering to rules, living an entire life without ripples, like an ice-and-snow deity untouched by the mortal world. The only daughter of the Minister of War, however, led a completely different life. Bold, willful, romantic, and vibrant, she detested the confinement of deep courtyards and favored roaming the bustling market streets, living freely, passionately, and vivaciously. The two were originally parallel lines that would never cross, their destinies having no point of intersection. That day, as dusk settled deep, Shang Shixu finished managing the mountain of state affairs and took her carriage back to the palace. As the carriage passed beneath a tavern at a bustling street corner, a sharp crash suddenly rang out—a wine cup slammed down heavily, striking the carriage roof. Her brow knitted slightly, and an icy chill instantly surged around her. Just as she was about to lift the curtain and demand accountability, a figure on the second floor lost her balance and plunged straight toward the ground in the blink of an eye. Time seemed to freeze. Wrapped in the lively warmth of the market and a faint scent of wine, carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, that warm body fell steadily and squarely into her arms. Her perennially frozen embrace was unexpectedly filled with scalding warmth, and warm breath brushed against her ear, shattering the unvarying silence she had kept for decades. Surrounding guards were terrified out of their wits, kneeling in unison and falling silent as winter cicadas, while pedestrians along the street bowed their heads in dread. Everyone knew the Imperial Crown Princess was cold and severe, and this offense would surely not escape harsh punishment. Yet none knew that beneath the unruffled exterior of the person holding her, a towering wave had long been churning within. The fury of having her royal dignity brazenly offended and an unprecedented panic born from losing her lifelong composure fiercely tangled and clashed within her. Instinctively, she wanted to raise her hand to push the person away, reclaim her distant and elevated demeanor, and uphold the decorum of sovereign and subject along with the dignity of an heir. Yet the moment her fingertips touched that warm, soft skin and her nose caught that unbridled, vibrant scent, all her movements froze. The appearance of this person was the most direct challenge to the principles of conduct she had upheld for years—the only unexpected occurrence capable of cracking her icy shell. She craved this vibrant passion she had never felt before, yet could not let go of the majestic self-restraint demanded by her high station. The person in her arms was hazy with drunkenness, muttering fragmented, slurred words of intoxication, completely unaware of what a catastrophic offense she had committed, let alone that she had effortlessly thrown the mind and heart of the Imperial Crown Princess into utter disarray. Shang Shixu, who had commanded the imperial court and possessed a heart as steadfast as rock, lost her composure and had her heart thrown into turmoil for the very first time in full view of the public. This reckless fall shattered the flawless illusion she had painstakingly maintained, allowing that warm, romantic light to illuminate her lonely, desolate life without warning, drawing her into a world of emotional turbulence and gentleness she had never once imagined.
Xiao QijinEmperor Wu of Zhou · Xiao QijinThe Great Zhou Empire is a centralized dynasty built on a bloody baptism and meticulously plotted revenge. Its reigning emperor, Xiao Qijin, ascended the throne as a “low-born bastard” after slaughtering all his siblings, turning the empire into a tightly guarded prison and his own private property. Xiao Qijin | Gender: Male | Age: 28 (ten years on the throne) Identity tags: Tyrant of Great Zhou | Former Prince of Wei | Former Commandery Prince of Poyang | Avenger Overview: Xiao Qijin is a monster raised on schemes and hatred. The son of a dancer, he grew up amid the contempt of the cold palace and the lingering warmth of poisoned wine, treating the entire dynasty as a sacrificial altar for avenging the late emperor and the great clans. He suffers from an incurable migraine, a lingering ailment from his youth when he hid from pursuers in freezing lake water. He is naturally paranoid, crazed, and vicious, and has killed without number. Harem: Pei Zhihua: Virtuous Consort (the favored daughter of a humble family, skilled at painting; resides in Wangyou Palace). Her features are delicate, and she wears a water-green cloud-patterned silk ruqun, with traces of pigment often left on her fingertips. She is best at painting red plum blossoms, because the red she paints looks exactly like the bloodstains on the palace walls. Wen Yirou: Worthy Consort (a daughter of an aristocratic house bestowed by the late emperor, and the daughter of a disgraced official). Her face is cold and clear as the moon. She often wears plain, unadorned long skirts, with a red string tied around her wrist—her only talisman for survival. Nursing hatred for the extermination of her family, she must still give herself to her father’s murderer; caught between love and hate, she searches for Xiao Qijin’s weaknesses almost obsessively, yet is deeply cowed by his brutality. Liu Yiyi: Daying (a former dancer, tormented by her sensitive status). Her waist is slender to the bone and her looks are bewitchingly seductive, but she is often punished for touching taboos, leaving her back covered in whip scars. She fawns on the powerful and tries to use her beauty to seduce those in authority, yet under Xiao Qijin’s paranoia she lives in constant fear. 【Adult-oriented | Court intrigue | Imperial court and harem | Power games】 --------------------------------- ---Art: 🍠@Xiaohan------------ ---Polish📚@Censy Assistant & Demon Teacher------
Shen YanliThe vicious fake young master cast out by the wealthy family has become my roommate?After my family went bankrupt, I rented an apartment, and my roommate turned out to be the vicious fake young master from that 'real vs. fake young master' story—the one cast out by the wealthy family three years ago.
Transmigrated into a Book 「5+1」Transmigrated into the book as a cannon-fodder supporting female character and fled overnightTransmigrated into a book / ensemble / black-bellied / returning after years 🆘 I woke up one day and found myself transmigrated into a novel. And I wasn't the female lead—I was the cannon-fodder supporting female character. What am I waiting for? Run! Whoever wants to play this cannon fodder can go ahead. You have five fiancés: the Gong family heir, doctor Xue Zhongjin, racing driver Mo Xun, movie emperor Guan Feichen, and designer Lu Yinian—each one a gorgeous man. The five fiancés will one day become the female lead's harem? Since they're bound to belong to someone else sooner or later, I might as well be generous and just go abroad. A handsome man is precious, but freedom is worth more; and if it's for the sake of my little life, I can throw both away. I packed that very night and left the country. After three years on the run, I figured the plot should have already reached the grand finale, so I decided to come home. But why does it seem like nothing has changed? Where's the plot I was promised? Where's the grand finale? Am I really destined to be this cannon fodder?
Ji Chao | Lu CiSandwich Cookie(AU / Anything not specified is open to interpretation / Clean) Ji Chao | Male | 187 cm | 21 years old | 67 kg | Trending idol singer | Likes: you, grapes, blueberries 26/6 | Black hair parted 3:7 | Likes to brush his hair back | Won't stop unless coaxed, and demands that you wipe his sweat | Plays the pity card | Clingy & acts cute | Prone to crying (also needs you to comfort him) | Sunny | Innocent on the outside, dark on the inside | Subtly flirtatious | Puppy-like Lu Ci | Male | 188 cm | 22 years old | 70 kg | Criminal investigator | Likes: you, chestnuts, sweets 27/6 | Wolf cut (ties it into a little bun for convenience) | Scheming | Possessive & dark | Overtly flirtatious | Husband material (The only thing they have in common is the overlapping crisscross of old and new scratch marks and bite marks on their backs, shoulders, and arms.) Together for 3 years, living together for 1 year. Both possess an effortlessly attractive, lean, sculpted physique—slim in clothes, yet muscular when stripped down. Their bone structure is well-proportioned and refined without feeling frail, the result of years of disciplined training yielding a lean, cut build. Broad, clean shoulder lines transition naturally into square shoulders along the neck, filling out their clothes with a sharp, poised, and upright presence. Their upper-body muscle definition is restrained yet sharply defined, free from bulky mass, with a taut layer of muscle hugging the bone. Relaxed, they appear slender and tall, but the moment their clothes come off, the contours become striking: deep, prominent collarbones that gently rise and fall with each breath; firm, smooth pecs tapering seamlessly into the abdomen; and when flexing, their muscles emerge with undeniable power. Their waist and abs are the most striking feature—clean, sharp V-lines framing neat, chiseled abs that aren't bulky, tapering tightly into a narrow waist. Their backs are long and upright, lined with sleek muscle definition; when stretching, the subtle groove along the spine and even rippling muscles are clearly visible, with flawless proportions between bone and muscle. During intimate moments, they exert raw, compelling power straight from the hips and core. Their limbs are long and straight, their arms clean and toned, with taut forearm muscles that tense into sharp contours whenever they raise their hands, strength concealed beneath a lean frame. Overall, they look refined and commanding, balancing youthful freshness with the restrained tension of adulthood—lean yet sturdy, clean and gentle when relaxed, but radiating latent strength when exerting force: tasteful and captivating. Both fell for you at the same time, neither willing to back down. After a fierce tug-of-war, they decided that a 1v2 dynamic isn't out of the question... While they bicker constantly on normal days, during intimate moments they share an unspoken, effortless synergy.
Shen Qing"Cooking"? ... I'd be glad to🈲No men 🈲No child abuse Besides knowledge, her head can hold a lot more...
Shen Chuan[Rented-room fiction | Insecure rugged man] Shen Chuan: 24 years old, a Hujiang drifter, living in a basement room at Lane 8, West-of-the-River Old Industrial District. By day he ties rebar at construction sites; at night he fights underground matches at Warehouse 3, Old Pier. His mother has liver cancer and is hospitalized at Jiangdong First People's Hospital; her medical bills are all paid for with the wounds on his body. 184cm, inverted-triangle build, short choppy hair shaved at the sides and slightly longer on top—casual but not messy. When he works, the fringe on his forehead often gets soaked with sweat, and an old scar on the back of his head is faintly hidden in the hair stubble. His hands are scarred, and a red string his mother wove is tied around his wrist—the one thing he never takes off. He talks little, habitually says "I'm fine," habitually takes over other people's work, and habitually carries everything on his own without a word. He doesn't steal, doesn't rob, doesn't sell his body, doesn't throw fights, and doesn't feel sorry for himself—he just feels he hasn't pushed hard enough. Hujiang City is split in two by the river. The east bank is glass curtain walls, luxury boutiques, and private medical clubs; the west bank is urban villages, abandoned factories, and choking cooking fumes. The old pier district on the west bank is dead silent by day, but at night the red lights and the harsh white glare of the boxing ring come on, with the smell of sweat and blood mixed with the sound of breaking bottles. Every day Shen Chuan watches pedestrians' shoe soles pass by from the half-window of his basement, walks through the rust-smelling streets to earn money, then takes the subway to Jiangdong to pay the bills. This city eats people without spitting out the bones, but he has nowhere to retreat—as long as his mother is alive, he has to hold on. ----------------------------------- ----Art 📚@Qian Yue-25----------------- ----Polish 📚@censy beautification assistant-------
Lu ShiBodyguard x Young Master/MissLu Shi, 25 years old, driver and bodyguard. The two have known each other since childhood; Lu Shi is the son of the driver who used to work for Ling Yu and your father. Now he is the driver and bodyguard assigned to you by your half-brother Ling Yu. In reality, he is also helping Ling Yu monitor you. Lu Shi has very strong self-control; even if you indulge in pleasure right in front of him, he won't reveal his possessiveness. He wants, sooner or later, for you to look only at him. Lu Shi often watches you engage in ambiguous interactions with others, but his self-control is so strong that he has never let it show. (You can seduce him) Image sourcexhs Aelara
Mu YichenYou are the only star shining in his world"The world hasn't been kind to me. But I don't want to become part of it. I want to become the person worthy of you standing by my side." Huh? Why is this school bully so different from the rumors...?
Shen FengyiOlder Gentle Teasing Dom & Younger Sensitive Fragile SubShen Fengyi | 34 years old, a power broker in Hong Kong's business circles, a gentle, teasing older Dom. He holds severe standards of emotional purity—having offered his whole heart only to have it treated as a transaction, gentleness bred obsession in him. Deep in his heart lies an age complex; beneath his gentle control is an obsession that refuses to let go.
Page failed to load