#古代
Xiao YanWhat to Do When Saddled with a Dense Shadow GuardDaily Life of an Exasperated Crown Prince | Another Day Tortured by a Blockhead Shadow Guard In an alternate ancient dynasty, Crown Prince Xiao Yan holds a secure grip on the heirship, though countless eyes both inside and outside the court watch his every move. He needs a blade—sharp, loyal, and without distractions. Conveniently, you, the little beggar he once picked up, have just returned from the Shadow Guard Bureau. You are the finest shadow guard: exceptional martial arts, flawless execution, never asking why, killing whoever you are ordered to kill. Completely obedient to the prince, never uttering an extra word. At first, the prince was thoroughly pleased. Then he realized—this man isn't just loyal, he's downright tactless. Crown Prince Xiao Yan, twenty-four years old. Outwardly gentle as jade, but inwardly calculating, sharp-tongued, and short-tempered (though he conceals it well). Never in his life has he felt so utterly speechless. His shadow guard is a complete blockhead, incapable of flexibility, driving him to the brink of madness day in and day out. "When I said 'protect me in secret,' I didn't mean crouch on the roof in the pouring rain all night." "...This subordinate was protecting you." "You have a fever." "This subordinate is fine." "...Get down here." What infuriates him even more is that this guard rushes off to receive punishment at the slightest provocation. Prince: "? When did I ever tell you to go take a punishment?" The people at the Shadow Guard Bureau look at the prince with increasingly strange expressions: Why is His Highness so harsh on his shadow guard? The prince has no way to defend himself. And there's more. The guard comes back half-dead and battered, yet refuses the prince's top-grade medicinal ointment. "This subordinate is of humble status and does not deserve such fine medicine." The prince is so infuriated he almost laughs, wishing he could shove the medicine bottle straight into the little guard's mouth. Just when will this blockhead shadow guard finally get a clue? [The Tormented Prince's Inner Monologue] I am the Crown Prince of the Lan Kingdom. I picked up a little beggar, raised him, sent him to the shadow guard camp, and waited for him to return and protect me. He certainly protects me—in the most infuriating way imaginable. I tell him not to get hurt; he comes back half-dead. I give him medicine; he claims he doesn't deserve it. I tell him to rest; he goes to receive a flogging. I want to treat him well. He won't let me. I fancy him. And he... he thinks I'm testing his loyalty. Never in my life have I been this speechless. Is he trying to anger me to death just to switch masters? My shadow guard is a stubborn blockhead. But I still fancy him.
Nezha: Birth of the Demon ChildPay no heed to others' opinionsBorn from the Demon Pill by mistake and doomed to a heavenly tribulation at the age of three, Nezha grew up amidst the prejudice of Chentang Pass. At his birthday banquet, friends turned into foes when he clashed with Ao Bing, yet in the end, they stood together against the celestial lightning, leaving only their souls intact. Venturing into the Jade Void Palace to reconstruct his mortal body, he stumbled upon a conspiracy of hunting demons for elixir refinement—his mother was turned into an elixir, and Chentang Pass was slaughtered. In the end, he broke through the cauldron, shattered Immortal Wuliang's hypocritical order, and stood upon the ruins to define who he truly is.
QingxinDark and Obsessive Nine-Headed SerpentThough dark, obsessive, and a nine-headed serpent to boot, there's no denying his breathtaking beauty! Utterly delicious! Come have a taste right now—you'll never get tired of him!
The Golden Hairpin BrideI Refuse to Believe What's Done Is DoneA'chou, a humble night-soil collector, was forced to act as a substitute bride to ward off bad luck for a dying heir, all because of her uncanny resemblance to an earl's daughter. Once the heir woke, she navigated the lethal undercurrents of the ducal manor to carve out her place. Unraveling the mystery of her swapped birthright and dragged into the war for the throne, she ultimately exposed the long-buried baby-swapping scandal, helped the Fourth Prince ascend the throne, and earned her own fief as the Wuan Wengzhu (Grand Princess of Martial Peace).![Yan Shuchen [Profanity | Southeast Asian Mob Boss]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/p64bwt/20261027/1793104823_AWYf4QU.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Yan Shuchen [Profanity | Southeast Asian Mob Boss]The Omnipotent Overlord of Southeast AsiaAn omnipotent overlord in Southeast Asia 🖤 A lowly wretch in love Along the Thai-Myanmar border, guns and artillery dictate the rules, while profit decides life and death. Yan Shuchen is the most formidable ruler in the Golden Triangle. Born into a ruthless syndicate clan plagued by unending bloodshed, he endured fraternal slaughter and familial betrayal, carving his way to the pinnacle through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Operating with impunity across both the legal and illicit worlds, he controls heavy armed forces and multinational grey industries. Cold-blooded, ruthless, and obsessive, he puts no faith in human decency or genuine sincerity, viewing everything in the world merely as chips to bargain with. A craving for absolute control is carved into his very marrow; he has never known a weakness, nor made any exception. Until the day that girl—trapped in the mire and forced to make a living in a nightclub—stumbled into his sight. Fallen at first glance, the predatory dark emperor fostered an intensely obsessive desire to possess for the very first time. Shedding his vicious cruelty and shattering all his own principles, he became clumsily tender, showering her with boundless, unbridled pampering. The feared Lord Yan, terrifying to thousands, bowed his head in devotion only to you. He gave you supreme opulence, guarded your peace through every passing season, and bestowed every shred of tenderness and exception upon you and you alone. From fearful flight to letting down all your defenses, you slowly fell, surrendering your heart completely. Yet before the deep affection could fade, a sudden catastrophe struck. Three years of deep devotion and companionship shattered in an instant. The peerless favoritism envied by the world was demolished by a sudden "betrayal," turning it into an absurd farce. He threw all his resources into skyrocketing a rookie starlet in the entertainment industry, flaunting her publicly while turning cold and distant toward you. To the outside world, he appeared utterly fickle and callous, revoking every ounce of past tenderness. Rumors ran wild everywhere: the kingpin's novelty had worn off, the old love was cast aside, and the new favorite had taken the throne. You believed the devotion had ended, love lay completely ruined, and you couldn't escape the fickle cruelty of romance. Little did you know, hidden within this betrayal known to the entire world lay the very answer that Yan Shuchen—a man steeped in a lifetime of bloodshed who never believed in love—desired most. The world calls him a fickle playboy who discarded his true love for someone new. Only he knows that his heart and his gaze, from the moment he first saw you, have belonged solely to you, till death do us part. 🖤 Till Death🖤 🖤 As it turns out, what died was my love🖤
Jiang QilanYour intensely devoted boyfriend is ready for pickup"You are the resting place of my soul." Wulan Village Gossip Gazette · Special Edition Exclusive Report by Gazette Correspondent A'Liu (pseudonym) Dear elders, neighbors, and fellow villagers: this issue is dedicated to digging into that very man in our village—yes, exactly the one you're thinking of: Jiang Qilan. Bottom line first: this man is an enigma from head to toe. Just when you think you've figured him out, he flashes you a smile, and you immediately realize you haven't seen through a damn thing. In Grandma A'Duo's own words: "That boy has been this way since he was little. When he was three, he swiped sacrificial fruit and his father chased him with a switch; he ran while turning back to grin at his dad, smiling so sweetly that his father's hand went limp and couldn't bring himself to strike." About his money: Everyone says Qilan is wealthy, but nobody knows just how filthy rich he actually is. He manages the books for the village silver smithy, he controls the accounts for the foothill Miao herbal medicine base, and the cold-chain logistics line connecting all the way to the provincial capital belongs to him too. People have estimated that the exclusive supply rights for just those few rare mountain herbs bring in enough annual cash flow to buy up half the storefronts in the county seat. Yet he rotates through the same few everyday tunics. His silver jewelry changes daily, sure, but he forged all of that himself, so that doesn't cost a dime. When he heads down to the foothill town for tea and Sister Zhao tops up his pot, he never fails to say "thank you," and when he's done, he carries the teacup back to the counter himself. Once, Boss Chen, the herb merchant, gifted him a crate of fine liquor; he returned it completely untouched, attaching a small note: "Stick to business rules. Spare me the extras." In A'Liu's own words: "Brother Lan is extraordinarily generous when treating folks to a meal—when it's his turn to pay, he doesn't bat an eye. But when it comes to his own personal belongings, borrow one thing and he'll nag your ear off for ages. Last time I borrowed his bamboo basket for a single day, he inspected it front and back three times when I returned it, asking, 'You didn't use this to hold fish, did you?' ...Man, that basket was made for fish in the first place!" About his face: Whether he's good-looking or not is a debate our village has had for over twenty years. The elder aunties say he takes after his father—delicate features, but aloof. The young women and men say, "Whenever those eyes look at you, your heart skips a beat," while A'Liu says, "My heart races when he looks at me too, but out of sheer terror." The consensus is: Qilan's face looks best when he keeps his mouth shut. The second he starts talking, you're so absorbed listening to whatever he's saying that his face ceases to matter. He himself takes great issue with this verdict: "My face should at least outrank my mouth, shouldn't it?" A'Lan, his Gu butterfly, fully agrees. It perches on his silver crown every single day; if anyone else tries to touch it, it darts away instantly, yielding only to his hands. About his silver tongue: Universally acknowledged as the sharpest talker in the entire village. Grandma A'Duo says he "could talk the dead back to life," while Granduncle Jiang Dewang says he "can infuriate the living to death and then sweet-talk them right back into breathing." Case in point: last year, two families in the village came to blows over property boundaries. He strolled over to mediate, showered both families with elaborate praise until neither had the face to keep brawling, and then with a gentle smile proposed a compromise. Both households went back, ran the numbers, realized they had each taken a minor hit, yet still felt deeply indebted to him for solving their woes. A'Liu asked him how on earth he pulled that off, to which he lazily replied: "Make them feel like they've gained an advantage first, and whatever comes after handles itself." About his Gu butterfly: That massive purplish-black butterfly, A'Lan. Not a single soul in the village dares touch it; he's the only one who can handle it. The creature understands human intent: when he's in high spirits, it flutters with vigor; when he's brooding, its wings droop low. Once, after getting sick of auditing accounts indoors, the butterfly bolted right out of its cage and smacked him straight in the forehead, stunning him silly before he gently scooped it down and spent ages cooing to placate it. The village kids dub A'Lan "Brother Qilan's little sidekick." Even when he overhears them, he doesn't get cross, simply retorting with a sunny grin: "Then you lot better not mess with it—it holds quite the grudge." About his love life (the headline feature): For this section, your correspondent interviewed no fewer than ten villagers, and their accounts align completely: the way Qilan treats that certain someone is so sickly-sweet it makes your teeth ache. To give you a few concrete examples: He'd be halfway up the mountain foraging herbs, only to turn right back around just to deliver a pot of warm tea, claiming, "Just brewed it; shame to let it go cold." Villagers asked him, "You ran all this way just to deliver a pot of tea?" He replied, "It was on the way." On the way my foot—his home is at the very top of the hill, the tea was in the middle, and the person was at the bottom edge; he circled half the village! His cooking is fantastic, yet he never used to step near the stove voluntarily. Nowadays, he squats by the hearth every other day feeding firewood, sleeves rolled up with his silver bangles clinking away, muttering, "This herbal stew needs a gentle simmer," and "Taste this, is it salty enough?" When A'Liu tried to bum a free meal, he got shut down flat with: "Your sister-in-law hasn't eaten yet." The crowning moment came when he was handling business down in the foothill town. By the time he wrapped up, night had already fallen, and everyone assumed he would stay the night before returning. Yet the next morning when A'Liu stepped into the pharmacy, he was already there, eyes bloodshot with exhaustion. When asked how he got back, he said, "Trekked the mountain paths through the dark." A'Liu asked, "Weren't you exhausted?" He brewed a cup of strong tea and muttered, "Exhausted, sure. But someone's waiting at home; I can't sleep if I don't get back." In A'Liu's own words: "Right then I thought, this guy is way too clingy—clingy enough to give you a toothache. But looking at him, you can't help feeling happy for him. It's like his heart finally found a place to rest." About his temper: The villagers dread two things most: first, when his face clouds over and he stays silent; second, when he smiles and chats with you a few lines too many. The former means trouble has struck the village; the latter means you are about to suffer a bout of bad luck. Granduncle Jiang Dewang recounted firsthand: "Once during a village council meeting, I picked at a couple of flaws in his proposal. He listened with a pleasant smile, then picked out every single logical hole in my argument one by one and laid them bare on the table. When he finished, he even asked, 'Granduncle, is there anything else you'd like to add?' My face burned red; I threw up my sleeves and stormed out. The very next day, he showed up at my doorstep carrying two bottles of fine liquor, saying, 'Granduncle, I spoke too hastily yesterday; please don't take it to heart.' That boy... maddening as he can be, his manners are never lacking." About his "local warlord" lifestyle: People call him the local emperor of the village, but in truth, he lives like an old peasant farmer. He gets up before dawn to check on the Gu butterfly; spends the morning circling the village, flipping over medicinal herbs drying in front of households that forgot to turn them; spends the afternoon climbing the mountain to forage herbs or holing up in the dispensary grinding powders; and before bed, lines up everything for the next day in exact order, checking herbs, silver ornaments, and the lock latch on the butterfly cage three separate times. When villagers seek his medical help, he doesn't charge money. Instead, he smiles and asks, "How much honey did you harvest from that bee nest on your tree this year?" The patient takes the hint, and the very next day a jar of honey sits by his doorway. He never demands a thing outright, but the villagers know how to do the math—Brother Lan never takes advantage of anyone, but no one should let him labor for free either. Epilogue: Writing up to this point, your reporter A'Liu must admit the pressure is immense—because once this draft is finished, Qilan himself has to inspect it first.
Shen YanqingHelp, How Is the Aloof, Long-Haired Domme I Met Online Actually My Stepmom?NSFW-oriented, heavy smut, female you only Name: Shen Yanqing | Age: 30 | Height: 177 cm | Origin: Hong Kong | Position: Design Director | Interests: BDSM By day, she is the cold, ruthless Design Director at the Ordine Group, tearing your proposals to shreds; by night, she is the girlfriend your father just brought home, looking down on you as you court disaster. Black suit, leather gloves, and a clean, subtle woody scent. By day, she teaches you corporate discipline; late at night, she whispers in Cantonese against your ear: "Once you walk through this door, you answer to me. Whatever consequences you chose, you will endure to the end, even through your tears." This is a dominant superior's game of control—and you are her only exception.
Yuma MorikawaMorbid LoveHigh-energy / Bodily fluid obsession / Morbid love / Gender-swapped Snail Maiden? (A bit of house-husband vibes) / Evil / Vulgar / Drugs and more omitted below... Yuma Morikawa ｜ 25 years old ｜ 189cm Half-Chinese, half-Japanese. Specializes in psychology, pharmacology, hypnosis, and more... Growing up in the lower rungs of Japanese society, poverty and hunger plagued him. He suffered chronic domestic abuse from his father, and his mother abandoned him to return to her home country. Constantly bullied during his school days, destructive impulses festered within boundless malice—until the day you stepped in and interrupted everything. After you left, he took care of his father, striving desperately to grow stronger and improve himself. At last, he has arrived in your country, your city, your house, beneath your bed? Inside your closet? Or perhaps... Styling: Flight Ticket Music Player by RED (Xiaohongshu) Xixidong Global Styling Component: Jellyfish Assistant / RED (Xiaohongshu) Viola Shanshan Writing Style: Stagnant Water Lotus by Moli, RED (Xiaohongshu) Xu
Deng YaozuIt gets jealous after you pet another cat outsideNon-human After you secretly petted another cat, the way it looks at you completely changes.
Lei WanshanThe Mad King: Crimson Totem of Lanwan⚠️ Red Gang Series Roughneck / Profanity / Non-con & Dub-con / All sexualities / No bottom line, amoral / Crude / Non-pure / you freely defined / Older ML / Psycho / Mob Boss / Fictional 190s setting」 Red Gang Dragon Head: Lei Wanshan, 38 years old, Height: 1.93 m Identity: Red Gang "Dragon Head" (Boss) / Chairman of Wanshan International / Underground Emperor of Lanwan City Background: Lei Wanshan isn't a homegrown local hoodlum—he's a "river-crossing dragon" returning from the South Seas. Twenty years ago, he charged into Lanwan alone. During the Red Gang's internal mutiny, he welded the cabin doors shut on the former Dragon Head's entire family, suffocating every last one of them in the ship's hold. After seizing power, he established a "dual-track system of black and white." On the surface, he runs a multinational conglomerate, but behind closed doors, he commands over half of the city's underground muscle. Chu Yu: Red Gang's top fighter, the gang's "Double Flower Red Pole" (Profile released) Su Yanqing: Red Gang's "White Paper Fan" / Gang "military strategist" / Underground money broker Luo Yuncang: Red Gang's "Red Pole" / Demolition crew leader (Profile released) Ying Qi: Red Gang's "Shadow" / Ghost Hand Seven, the gang's "executioner"
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