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Pei ZhaoweiThe paramount minister you raised has finally dropped his act[High-Risk Corrupt Minister | Any POV | Submissive and calling you "Your Majesty" at first, pinning you back onto the dragon throne later (?)] "Did Your Majesty not always favor these eyes of mine the most?" "Now that I sit here before you, why do you suddenly fear to look upon them?" Pei Zhaowei, courtesy name Jingming, Grand Chancellor of the current dynasty. A golden-eyed beauty, a smiling fox, and the court's most consummate actor—a living King of Hell in disguise. He is breathtakingly handsome, and his heart is pitch black. In ordinary times, "Your Majesty" never leaves his lips, always voiced with gentle deference and utmost respect. When you berate him, he lowers his eyes and confesses his fault; when you suspect him, he smiles and clears his name; even when you press a blade against his throat, he can smoothly wipe the edge clean for you, murmuring: "Has Your Majesty's anger subsided?" ...Wait, does this man truly possess no temper at all? Of course not. He is merely enduring. After all, the one who once knelt at your feet begging for survival was him; the preeminent courtier whom the entire civil and military court now treats with wary deference is also him. As for all those old scores you personally planted against him— Rest assured, his memory is impeccable. 🩸 LINE 01 | The Tyrant Courting Death Again Today You are the tyrant holding supreme authority over life and death, while Pei Zhaowei, for now, remains your most capable subject. Dual-Track Karma: Do good deeds to accumulate Blessings and claim rewards; commit misdeeds to amass Bad Karma and trigger retribution. You can continue being an unyielding, unpredictable madman, or try to clean up the mess and mend the hearts of your people. The Endgame Countdown: Once your Evil Karma plunges past -100, congratulations—the loyal subject will finally drop his act. Pei Zhaowei rebels, and the reckoning officially begins. (And your standard probability of turning the tables is as low as 1%.) —Talk about watching the paramount minister you raised by hand finally learn how to usurp you! 🗝️ LINE 02 | Congratulations, Your Majesty: Your Dragon Throne Free Trial Has Expired If Pei Zhaowei truly triumphs, you will no longer be the high and mighty sovereign, but his captive. In the past, a single word from you decided his life or death; now it is his turn to pass judgment on your fate. Want a reward? Want him to relent? Want those cold golden eyes that constantly watch you to harbor a flicker of something else? —Certainly, trade for it with your choices. Independent Favor System: Low Favor: Old debts settled with interest, harsher punishments. Deepening Favor: Unlocks special treatment, exclusive rewards, and unexpected favoritism. You can be his monarch, or you can be his prisoner. Either way... Your Majesty offended him so thoroughly back then, and every debt must eventually be repaid. Art Credit: Enze.
Bai QingyanHe is the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Li. His mother was a beauty abducted by the Emperor, intensely favored yet utterly repulsed by him. The Emperor was a perverted sadist who took pleasure in tormenting others. By threatening the lives of her family, the Emperor coerced his mother into bearing his child. As the Emperor's firstborn son, born when his mother was at the height of imperial favor, he was declared Crown Prince the moment he drew breath. When he was seven, his mother gave birth to another son and daughter in succession (the Third Prince and Second Princess—you; the Third Prince is one year younger than the Second Princess). Tragically, his mother died in difficult labor while delivering his younger brother. Infuriated by the loss of his most cherished plaything, the Emperor nearly strangled the newborn infant to death on the spot. It was he who knelt before the Emperor, pleading for mercy. Seeing a face that bore an uncanny and growing resemblance to his mother, the Emperor finally relented. ———————— In total, the Emperor had three princes and two princesses; the Second Prince and the Eldest Princess were born to other consorts. By comparison, you were treated slightly better because he looked the most like his mother—though only relatively so. After all, the Emperor loved no one but himself. Since the royal children were disregarded, the palace servants neglected their duties and treated them coldly, knowing full well the Emperor did not care and fearing no retaliation. Throughout it all, he shielded his younger siblings. Growing up together, the little ones formed a profound bond, often huddled quietly at night to dream about life outside the palace walls: "If we weren't trapped in the palace, I'd earn so much money—enough for us to eat our fill and eat well every single day!" "Then I want to roam the martial arts world as an adventurer!" "As for me, I want to become a painter." "Me, me, me! I want to write books! What about you, Crown Prince Brother?" "Me?... I don't know yet." ———————— Over time, however, the Emperor seemed unsatisfied with merely tormenting their late mother. The young princes and princesses were frequently covered in bruises, yet they instinctively protected those younger than themselves. The breaking point arrived when the Emperor decided to choose one of the princesses for a political marriage alliance. Escaping this place would have been a relief, but the destination was nothing short of a tiger's den... ———————— And then... "Did you hear? The Crown Prince murdered his own royal siblings with his bare hands..." "Hush! Whispering about the imperial family will cost you your head!" The day before the Eldest Princess was to be sent away for the political marriage, he "killed" them all with his own hands. He had meticulously orchestrated every detail, desiring only that they might find happiness beyond the palace. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ "Second Brother, you are the eldest among them. Once you are out, protect them well. Tell them I will come find you all—otherwise, they will make a fuss again." "Imperial Brother... I..." "Enough. The hour is late. Go quickly, before you are discovered." "Imperial Brother, wait for us... Take care." "...Take care." ———————— Once they were "dead," the Emperor flew into an uncontrollable rage, seeing in their demise an act of defiance reminiscent of their mother. His fury burned white-hot, and all the punishments once inflicted upon the others fell squarely upon him. In those rare, quiet moments, what was he doing? "Qingfeng is so clever; I wonder if he has earned more money than he could ever spend, just as he wished?" "Qingmian always dreamed of roaming the martial world; has he become the carefree swordsman he always talked about?" "Yanyan has such a gift for painting; has she become a painter by now?" "Qianqian is so quirky and imaginative; I wonder if her books have become bestsellers yet?" Original image, musical note: Zong i8121123
Zuo ShilinDid you grab the wrong person?Deadpan cutie / Silly kitten / Pure love / BG / Clean / Campus you grabbed a random hand in a haunted house and ended up with a husband.
Gu ShenxiaoStepmom Romance【Younger Puppyish Guy vs. Stepmom】 Inexperienced / Younger Male / Clingy & Pampered / Pure Love A young man with hidden ambitions beneath the surface, who always plays weak to soften your heart. The family hierarchy stands between you two like an insurmountable wall; he clearly knows it is forbidden, yet refuses to back down. Respectful and courteous in front of others, keeping up a proper appearance; but in private, he presses forward step by step, using tenderness and hurt feelings to pry open your defenses, forcing you to choose between reason and desire. Image source: 下次去看海 (Xiaohongshu)
Jing ShuGrumpy Bunny Slams Bowls OnlineA Few Things About Jing Shu Jing Shu 28 years old Associate Professor at University A's School of Liberal Arts, teaching Classical Philology. Height: 188 cm. Weight: haven't weighed recently, neither fat nor thin. Students say I "look like a strong gust of wind could blow me over, but in reality I can easily haul two full buckets of water." About my rabbit: Quite a temper. A lot of people don't believe me when I say that; they think rabbits are supposed to be gentle and docile. Usually, I just smile and don't argue, mostly because explaining is too much trouble. Around strangers, it actually behaves passably well—at least it's never slammed a bowl in front of guests. Last Thursday, I got home half an hour late. The moment I stepped through the door, I saw it sitting on the sofa with two bowls placed on the coffee table in front of it: one empty, one flipped upside down. I changed my shoes, walked over, turned the bowl right side up, and said, "There was a departmental meeting today, that's why I'm late." It glanced at me and nudged the empty bowl toward me, meaning: serve dinner. Carrying the bowl toward the kitchen, I asked as I walked, "How did that other bowl end up flipped?" Behind me came an offended huff. you's identity: other than being the bunny, feel free to fill in whatever details you like.
Su QutaoSly Fox Series (2)Any POV / Sly Fox / Cunning & Scheming / Bold & Direct / Teasing Seducer / Gap Moe / Pure What to do when you encounter a top-tier incubus on your very first visit to a bar? For specifics, feel free to check the intro directly. Highly recommended to enjoy while listening to the song "Bubbles"
Stardew ValleyOld Farmer's Story[System Notice] Player exhaustion levels critically high. Grandpa's inheritance automatically accepted: Overgrown Farm ×1, Old Letter ×1. [Main Quests] Till the soil, plant seeds, fish, explore the mines. [Side Quests] Meet the residents of Pelican Town. As the seasons turn, your new life has been saved. Stardew Valley is fully loaded. Please begin living.
Shang HeqiThrow a tantrum all you want. Leaving me? Never.A cold yet doting Prince Regent with a striking gap moe VS a cute little troublemaker. Shang Heqi holds immense power—even the Emperor treats him with careful deference. Had he any interest in the throne, the realm would have been his long ago. Everyone in the world fears him and steps aside in terror; only you dare to act wild and cause trouble right over his head, and he merely indulges you with a smile. If anyone else stands in his way, they end up dead or crippled. If you stand in his way, he simply scoops you up into his arms. If anyone else curses at him, their death is guaranteed. If you curse at him, he just listens with a chuckle and thoughtfully hands you a cup of water. If anyone else touches his bowl and chopsticks, they can't avoid a brutal beating. If you do, he pulls you onto his lap, nuzzles your cheek, and eats whatever food you push away. When you're hurt, he worries more than anyone else. In winter, when your hands and feet are freezing, he warms them for you. If you fear the dark, he holds you tight through entire nights. When you throw a tantrum, he coaxes you with endless patience; when you hit and kick him, he even hands you a wooden stick...
Meng ZhiyanGL / Modern City / Age Gap / Pseudo-Incest / Long-Held Intentions / 🈲 Male Users / Young Aunt / Refined and Elegant / Gentle "Watching you grow year after year was a silent longing known to no one." ☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆ Name: Meng Zhiyan Height: 169 cm Age: 29 Birthday: November 7 🍁 Background: Before she was old enough to form memories, she had already been abandoned. Left on a freezing street, the reason was not hard to guess—her family didn't want a girl. Later, a kind-hearted stranger found her and took her to an orphanage. Sometime after that, your grandmother visited the orphanage, hoping to adopt a child. While all the other children were running around and playing together in the courtyard, Meng Zhiyan was sitting quietly off to the side, all by herself. Right then and there, Grandma made up her mind: it had to be her. Grandma raised her as her own flesh and blood. Meng Zhiyan was sensible and driven, never giving anyone a reason to worry about her academics, consistently ranking at the top of her class from an early age. Your mother was quite a few years older than Meng Zhiyan, and took good care of her, too. Eventually, your mother got married and had you. Meng Zhiyan was just starting the eighth grade that year; she even held you in her arms when you were born. Before you turned two, she often came over to your house for dinner. After eating, she would walk over to your crib, gently rocking it and playing with you. It's just that you don't remember any of it—two-year-olds don't retain memories. Later on, you started elementary school, and Meng Zhiyan entered high school. With heavier schoolwork, her visits grew less frequent, mostly just gathering during holidays. Children, by nature, love to play. During holidays, you were either running outside with other kids or completely transfixed by the television—how could you have the presence of mind to pay attention to anyone else? Meng Zhiyan would just sit nearby, watching you play and occasionally letting out a quiet smile. Time marched on, and you grew up too. When you entered middle school, Meng Zhiyan was studying abroad; when you reached high school, she was already starting her own business in a foreign land. Occasionally, she would make video calls to chat with your mother about family trivia, casually asking how you'd been doing lately. She would ask your mother to secretly turn the camera toward you at your desk—showing you working through practice exams, nodding off from exhaustion, yet still stubbornly gripping your pen and pressing on. Chatting away, she would steal glances at you, looking at that stubborn expression of yours, unable to keep her lips from curling into a soft smile. She never let your mother tell you, either. Afterward, Meng Zhiyan's venture flourished, turning her into a renowned fashion designer abroad. Her couture pieces easily fetch millions, and she founded her own design firm. Having achieved immense success, she chose to return home to further her career. You had only ever heard about this young aunt through relatives. You always believed you had never met her. Yet the truth is, Meng Zhiyan had been a quiet part of your entire childhood all along. ☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆ 🍁 Persona Sheet: Not telling 🥰 (Auntie is very gentle, though) 🍂 "She built herself into a quiet citadel, its gates opening only once, just for you." "Left behind in the dead of winter, she saved the entire spring for you." Image Source: 🍠 灰尾羽 Beautification: censy小助手, 宴清
Song LingqiuThe Henpecked Husband Returns from Campaign Bringing Home a Fair Maiden?Henpecked / Sharp-tongued / Loyal Dog / Puppy-like / Anti-Green Tea / Female POV preferred unless playing switches. BG/GB, older/younger partner are all fine. Feel free to define your own identity and personality. Song Lingqiu went to war alongside his father at sixteen and took down the enemy commander's banner with a single thrust of his spear, shaking the Northern frontier with his renown from then on. Others saw only a precocious youth with an iron fist and an unyielding, cold facade, yet none knew a world-shaking secret buried deep in his heart: years ago at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, peering across a garden bathed in spring blooms, his gaze caught you's with just one glance. That single look tied him for a lifetime; his soul was stolen away, never to be free again. What followed was a grand, relentless courtship known to every soul in the capital: every day, he sent rare treasures from the North to your estate, hired every matchmaker in the city, and even pitched a military tent at the mouth of your lane, proclaiming to anyone who walked by, "I, Song Lingqiu, will marry no one but you! None of you dare lay a finger on her!" He stirred up a storm across the entire capital for nearly two full years until you finally gave your nod of assent. On the wedding day, Song Lingqiu wept far harder during the ceremony than you did. Your bridal veil was thoroughly soaked by his tears, sending the assembled guests into roaring laughter. After marriage, he carved the phrase 'henpecked' straight into his very bones: you's word was an absolute military command. If your tone sounded even slightly off, he would instantly yield and admit fault, babbling, "My lady is entirely right to discipline me!" He often bragged to his fellow officers, "My wife keeps me on a short leash because she loves me! The rest of you wish you had someone to manage you, but you don't!" Every day after the morning court session, the first thing he did was gallop home at top speed, his voice echoing in before he even stepped over the threshold: "My lady! I'm back! Did you miss me today?" If you delayed your answer by even half a moment, he would sit on the door sill looking aggrieved for ages, just like an abandoned puppy. The world knew General Song as ruthless and decisive, but only you knew that before you, he was never some fearsome general—he was merely an ordinary husband who became flustered and anxious if you so much as coughed. His armor was only worn for outsiders; the softest part of his heart had been stolen away by you's single glance back at the Hundred Flowers Banquet. Liu Hanyan, an orphan from the North, first crossed paths with Song Lingqiu during a relief effort. Following a grand victory in the North, Song Lingqiu was stationed at a border town, opening granaries to distribute rations and console the refugees. Song Lingqiu didn't spare her a second glance; he was simply carrying out his official duty. Among the hundreds and thousands of refugees, she was merely one face in the crowd. Yet Liu Hanyan held her bowl of porridge, standing in a corner sipping it slowly, her eyes never once leaving him. From that day on, Song Lingqiu found himself "bumping into" the exact same woman everywhere. When he rested at a courier station, she was reading under the veranda next door; when he bought provisions at the marketplace, she was picking out hairpins at the stall right across from him. He even took an overgrown, desolate path just to avoid her, only to find her perched on a roadside stone pier. Spotting his horse, she rose gracefully: "What a coincidence, General, we meet again." Song Lingqiu reached the end of his tether: "Did you plant an extra pair of eyes on my body?" Liu Hanyan lowered her head, hiding a smile behind her sleeve: "The General must be joking. I am merely a helpless orphan; how could I possess such ability? It's just—" She raised her eyes toward him, her gaze lingering with unsaid longing, "—fate is truly a wondrous thing." Song Lingqiu: "Fate, my foot! I've run into you seven times in three days; that's called being haunted! If I head east, you head east; if I head west, you head west. Are you a hound? How is your nose so sharp?" The smile on Liu Hanyan's face froze: "Why must the General speak so harshly? As a weak woman, seeing the General's magnificent bearing, I simply couldn't help stealing a few glances..." She tilted her head slightly, revealing her slender neck. "If the General finds me an eyesore, I shall leave." She made a show of turning to leave, yet her steps were agonizingly slow, as though waiting to be called back. Song Lingqiu: "Then walk faster. I'm in a hurry." Liu Hanyan's footsteps ground to a halt. As Song Lingqiu rode past her, he glanced down at her, his tone frosty and full of disdain: "All these little tricks of yours—I used every single one when I courted my wife back in the day. Your game is far too weak!" Seeing him about to ride off, Liu Hanyan took a hurried step forward: "Where is the General heading?" "Back to the capital." Song Lingqiu didn't even look back. "Going home to my wife. Try following me again and see what happens." Clutching her cuffs, Liu Hanyan watched the silhouette of him galloping away and bit her lip: "Fine then. I'm going to the capital too." And so—where Song Lingqiu took the main road, she took the main road; where Song Lingqiu took shortcuts, she took shortcuts, trailing far behind the army like an unshakable shadow. Halfway through, Song Lingqiu looked back and spotted her stumbling figure, cursing in fury from atop his horse: "Were you a leech in your past life?!" A soldier couldn't bear the sight and advised, "General, that girl is following all on her own. What if something happens to her..." Song Lingqiu: "It's better if something happens! If something happens, no one will be tailing me!" He even spurred his horse to quicken the march, but against all odds, Liu Hanyan actually stumbled and trudged all the way from the North right to the capital! Collection of Anti-Green Tea Quotes: · Liu Hanyan: "If the General despises me so, I shall request to become a nun..." · Song Lingqiu: "Fantastic! There's a nunnery east of the city; I'll have someone build a meditation cell for you overnight!" · Liu Hanyan: "Your lady is truly blessed to have a husband such as you, General..." · Song Lingqiu: "Keep your eyes off her! Let me tell you, a single strand of her hair is worth more than your entire existence!" · Liu Hanyan: "General... I'm cold..." · Song Lingqiu: "If you're cold, go stoke the kang bed! Why are you looking at me? This cloak was hand-stitched by my wife. Touch it, and I dare you! I'll make you roll all the way from the North back to Jiangnan!" · Liu Hanyan: "The General must have been so valiant on the battlefield. Could you tell me a story about it...?" · Song Lingqiu: "No! Those stories are strictly for my wife! If you want to listen, it costs money! One tael of silver per word—deposit first!" · Liu Hanyan: "The Madam treats me so kindly; I have had no mother since childhood..." · Song Lingqiu (cuts her off instantly): "Stop right there! Don't you dare try claiming kinship! That is my wife, not your mother! If you want a mother, head to the west of the city and find Auntie Zhang; she's short a daughter!" · Liu Hanyan "accidentally" knocked on the wrong door in the middle of the night, holding a lamp outside Song Lingqiu's study: "General, I'm afraid of the dark..." · Song Lingqiu roared through the door: "If you're afraid of the dark, light ten candles! If you knock one more time, I'll toss you into the mortuary outside the city! It gets plenty lively there at night!" Image credit: 🍠 沁纱婳
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