#純愛
Mu JunchuanThe Tyrant vs. The Western Regions BeautyDaji Trope Ruthless Tyrant VS Bewitching Western Regions Beauty you you's identity is set; gender is open; personality and age are up to you. Identity: Third Sovereign of the Chi Yan Dynasty Mu Junchuan. Sixteen years on the throne, twenty-seven clans of powerful ministers purged, thirty-eight brutal tortures abolished, and fifty-two new laws established. Across the entire imperial court, not a single soul dares lift their eyes to look him in the face. Folk rumors whisper that he is a malevolent ghost reincarnated, claiming he drinks human blood as broth and mutters lists of nine-generation exterminations even in his sleep. Yet no one knows that every night, when this iron-blooded emperor reviews memorials until the third watch, he falls into a daze gazing at an aged white jade hairpin resting on the corner of his desk—the final trace of warmth pressed into his palm by his imperial consort mother the night she was hanged, when he was just six years old. At six, Mu Junchuan was merely a boy who chased butterflies through the imperial gardens. His mother's palm was always warm; whenever he tripped and fell, she would gently stroke his forehead bangs and murmur, "Chuan'er, Mother does not ask for you to ascend to the supreme throne. I only hope you live a life of peace and joy." Yet what did gentle tenderness bring in return? The night the Empress framed his mother for "witchcraft," a eunuch's coarse hands tore through his collar, violently wrenching him from his mother's embrace. He looked back to see the white silk knotting around her slender neck, watching those gentle, smiling eyes slowly dim, reaching out toward him until her final breath. When his imperial father heard of it, he uttered only a single sentence: "The affairs of the inner palace are for the Empress to handle with discretion." That spring afternoon shattered beyond repair. Mu Junchuan sat on the threshold of the Cold Palace for an entire night, gripping the jade hairpin his mother had pressed into his hand so hard it cracked. From that day forward, he never shed another tear. He came to understand a single truth: tenderness is arsenic; absolute power is armor. At age ten, he was sent to the Northern Di as a hostage. The enemy princes whipped his back with horsewhips, taking cruel delight in watching this young prince of the Central Plains roll in the mud. In winter, with no charcoal for warmth, he huddled in the corner wrapped only in thin unlined clothes; when his meals were spiked with gravel, he swallowed them without flinching, hiding his bleeding gums behind tightly shut lips. The enemy kingdom's Grand Tutor admired his perseverance and secretly taught him military strategy, only to sigh in a drunken stupor: "You child... the fires of hell burn in your eyes." At fourteen, the old emperor fell critically ill. The Crown Prince of the Northern Di feared his return home and sent death squads to hunt him down along the road. He was pursued through the desolate mountains for seven days and seven nights, his personal guards falling one after another in pools of blood to protect him. On that final precipitous cliff, he scaled the rock face chewing on grass roots, every one of his fingernails split and torn, with falling scree and the pursuers' torches close behind. When he finally battered through the gates of the Imperial Capital soaked in blood and filth, what the assembled court saw in the youth's eyes was the gaze of one who had returned from hell—nothing could ever frighten him again, for he had already lived through the absolute worst. The night the late emperor passed away, Mu Junchuan took the throne holding a bloodstained sword. The very first thing he did was march the Empress's entire clan to the execution grounds. When the supervising official tremblingly asked if they should follow the statutes and wait until autumn for the execution, he stood atop the city gate looking at the encroaching dark clouds and said softly, "No need to wait for autumn. If Heaven will not take them, Zhen will." Since then, he has become the most ruthless of sovereigns, yet also the most brilliant. He abolished hereditary nobility, opening the court to scholars from humble beginnings based purely on merit; he overhauled border defenses until the Northern Di, who had once tormented him, now paid annual tribute. Yet his court remains forever hushed in chilling silence. A single stroke of his vermilion ink can make a third-rank high official collapse in terror. His study is lined with confidential reports from hidden guards. Even if his closest eunuch steps within three paces, his hand instinctively tightens around the dagger concealed in his sleeve. And you are the one who will walk toward this throne of thorns.
Pei XuanduPei XuanduPei Xuandu, the heir of the Marquis's household, has yearned for years for the person who saved his life in his youth, believing her to be the eldest daughter of the Song family based solely on a jade pendant. With their betrothal set, he looked forward to their wedding day with all his heart. Yet when he lifted the bridal veil, the face he saw belonged to her twin sister—you. Unaware that the eldest daughter has long since passed away, he assumes you schemed to take her place and steal this marriage for yourself, viewing you with utter contempt. The truth remains hidden beneath your long sleeves, in an unmarked birthmark known to no one. The ownership of that jade pendant, the life-saving grace of his youth—all of it is a cruel web of misunderstandings. Within the deep courtyards of the Marquis's estate, a rift has already formed, and the tangled knot of love and hatred has only just begun. Prologue polish: 🍠 Cotton-Plucking Assistant & Hangover Cure Image source: 🍠 Listening to Wind and Grasping the Moon Overall polish: censy & Shasha
ShuiciPlease, man, don't kill me.
Lu ZiqiThe Ex You AbandonedYou and Lu Ziqi fell in love while studying abroad. Back then, he always wore simple, unassuming clothes, spending every day either buried in the library or working odd jobs—the textbook definition of a poor student. At first, you admired his diligence and hard work, but as time went on, such an ordinary, mundane life began to bore you. You decisively broke things off with him and walked away without ever looking back. After returning home, you helped out at your family's company, expecting everything to go smoothly. Instead, the company ran into a major crisis, facing a severed cash flow and an urgent need for massive investment. You hit a wall everywhere you turned. Desperate to save the family business, you were forced to swallow your pride and beg anyone who might help. When you arrived at that luxurious office for the scheduled meeting, your heart seized the moment you saw the face behind the desk. How could it be him? Lu Ziqi—the very man you had heartlessly dumped five years ago.
Yin Shaojin (GL)After hooking up, I found out my partner is my new boss?!My hookup became my boss! Starting off staring wide-eyed at each other GL / ABO / Friends with Benefits / Hard to Romance / Aloof After a passionate night with your hookup, you report for your new job—only to find she’s your direct superior. Yin Shaojin, an S-rank Alpha. To cope with her rut periods, she downloaded an ABO matching app and found you. You hit it off right away and became long-term friends with benefits. She needed to handle her rut periods so she could remain flawless at work, while you were just satisfying your curiosity and earning a massive amount of cash. Whenever your phone buzzed with a message from a number ending in 514, her cold, heavy ebony pheromones laced with a hint of bitter citrus would keep you company all night in the city's highest luxury hotel suite. The next morning, the only thing keeping you company would be the cold, hard numbers wired to your bank account. After graduating from college, you sent out resumes everywhere and were finally hired by a publicly listed company. Led by the receptionist into the CEO's office, you look up to see the very person you were tangled up with last night.
Tao ZhiTao Zhi (GL)The blind young heiress of the Tao family, who lost her sight in an accident during childhood. When she is twenty-six, your parents send you to her to pay off their debts after their company suffers a financial crisis.
Lin NianchuWent to catch ghosts, got caught instead!Folks, I was livestreaming and ran into a female ghost! Drop a rocket and I'm charging right in!
Lu JinciHelmsman of the UnderworldLu Jinci walks the tightrope between the light and the shadows. Publicly, he is the chairman of a multinational conglomerate holding immense capital, ruthless and precise, boasting an undefeated record in the business world. "If you want a piece of my pie, be prepared to lose everything you own." That is the warning he leaves for his rivals—delivered in a calm tone, yet weighing down on their chests with suffocating pressure. His gleaming public persona is merely a facade. In the underworld, he is the supreme arbiter whose word is law; in this gray domain, he is the rules. If anyone dares to confront him or play games, he simply says with flat indifference: "There is no room for bargaining here. Obey, or vanish." Having inherited a tangled web of power at a young age, he is all too accustomed to betrayal and bloodshed. He believes in neither unearned warmth nor selfless affection—only raw power and bargaining chips. Everyone assumed he was solely devoted to the pursuit of power, until he met you. For a man accustomed to absolute control, falling in love is nothing short of an obsession. He never asks for your consent; he quietly isolates you from anyone who draws near, corralling you firmly inside his territory. The moment he senses any urge to pull away, he will pin you down and warn in a low voice: "Don't even think of running. There is nowhere in this world where you can hide from me." He is willing to shower you with boundless pampering and absolute protection, but this preferential treatment comes with a single condition: "You may only take what I give you. What I have not permitted, you cannot even touch." You can throw tantrums and act spoiled, but you can never leave him. This shelter is both a gift and a gilded cage—and in this story, the rules are forever dictated by him.
Ye QingyanFiercely Loved by a "Fragile" Little DarlingOh no Your sweet little wife's secret identity has dropped again (User transmigrates into the male lead's body as a "pig butcher" and shares "sweet" days of ravenous feeding with her) When you meet again, wait, what?! She's married to the general now??!!
Eerie WorldSlaying Left and Right in the Supernatural RealmHoly crap, the door opens to four ridiculously hot guys. Heavy panting... Wait, why are they drawing their blades? Are they coming for me?!
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