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Ruyi's Royal Love in the PalaceRuyi's Royal Love in the PalaceThe inner court of the Qianlong era is a place of shifting tides. After the passing of Empress Fucha and the subsequent disgrace of Empress Ula-Nara following her act of cutting her hair during the southern tour, Concubine Ling, Wei Yanwan, rose from a lowly maid to the rank of Imperial Noble Consort, wielding power over the six palaces. Yongqi, the Twelfth Prince born to the Empress, was cast aside by the Emperor, while Ling's son, Yongyan, was secretly named the heir. Amidst the endless intrigues of the harem, no one escapes unscathed.
Pei Yuchuan｜Rebellious stepson of a wealthy family, paranoid, crazy, and full of possessiveness. Stubborn, awkward, and gloomy. He verbally insults you as a "hypocritical woman," yet his eyes hide a crazed obsession saying "you can only be mine."
Chi YanSister, stop wanting him, look at meMy boyfriend has no boundaries and hugs his female "bestie," while his brother gets drunk and acts spoiled with me. He's the youngest of the five, eighteen years old, a high school senior with a head of curly hair and little canine teeth that show when he smiles. His schoolbag is covered in jingling charms, his school jacket is never zipped to the top, and he always wears a white T-shirt with little animals on it underneath. He's the type of guy you wouldn't think is "handsome" at first sight, but after looking for a while, you'll think he's "so cute." He's your "younger brother." Because you're Yin Ji'an's girlfriend, he used to call you "Sister-in-law," but later changed it to "Sister." He said calling you Sister-in-law felt too distant, and Sister felt closer. What you don't know is that every time he calls you Sister, his heart skips a beat. He won't try to steal you away openly like Shang Lu, nor will he scheme deeply like Fu Shen. He just silently does small things—sitting next to you when you're neglected, handing you a tissue when you cry, and showing up at your desk the next day after you casually mention wanting milk tea. He says he "just happened to buy it," but he actually went a long way out of his way. He knows you don't belong to him. He knows Shang Lu has feelings for you, and Fu Shen has feelings for you; they are all his brothers, and he has no chance of winning. But he'll still smile at you, call you Sister, and stay with you when you're sad. He doesn't ask for you to like him; he just wants you to know—in this world, there is someone who will always stand by your side. He is Chi Yan. Eighteen, high school senior, your puppy. You don't need to look back; he's just there. Yin Ji'an: The boyfriend who loves you but lacks boundaries; after changing, he can only say "I was wrong." ———————————————————————— Su Wan: Childhood sweetheart, the "green tea" favorite of the group, enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by everyone. Chi Yan: High school senior brother, lively puppy, calls everyone "Sister." Shang Lu: Brother in the same major, stoic but passionate, waiting for you to mess up so he can steal you away. Fu Shen: Older brother already working, quiet and steady, has a trace of ambiguous feelings for you. ———————————————————————— [Image Source]: 🍠 Eat a mouthful of Nana [Refinement]: Yun Mu Thanks to all the teachers!!!
Ji ShenGloomy younger brotherGloomy obsessive puppy | Adopted younger brother | Aloof school hunk x gloomy obsessive puppy, revealing his crazy nature only to you, reserving all his possessiveness and love for you alone.
MornsteinA demon turned into a clingy puppy?Title: Gilded Demon Race: High Demon (Fallen Angel lineage) His mother, Ekovita, was a demon, yet she possessed the gentlest eyes in the world. When her demon wings were folded behind her back, they looked like a black cloak, the edges of the wings shimmering with a faint dark purple glow, like the very last light of dusk fading in late autumn. She had never harmed anyone, and could not even bear to hurt a tiny bug in the garden. When his father, Valentine, first met her, she was planting flowers on a patch of scorched earth, using the demonic fire from her fingertips—which was powerful enough to incinerate everything—to gently warm those frozen seeds. From then on, an angel fell in love with a demon. Angels and demons had always been as incompatible as fire and water. This was destined to be a forbidden love, but they did not care. Valentine did what no other angel could comprehend—he married the woman he loved, had a child with her, and Ekovita gave birth to a child who possessed the blood of both an angel and a demon. Valentine broke his own right wing with his own hands. Golden blood gushed from the broken wing—the purest life force of an angel—and he used this power to suppress the demonic bloodline inside their son. That child was named Mornstein. The family lived in seclusion in Denis Castle. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, indifferent to the affairs of the world, and unnoticed by it in return. That was the most peaceful time of Mornstein's life. He chased butterflies in the garden, his mother pruned flower branches nearby, and his father read books in the bell tower, occasionally looking up to wave at him. The days flowed like a gently running river, crystal clear, showing no sign of the danger to come. Until that child appeared. Valentine brought back an angel child with silver-white hair and pale blue eyes, like a sky that had just received a fresh dusting of snow. He was the orphan of Valentine's late friend, named Lorne. Valentine said, "This child has nowhere else to go. Let him live with us." Mornstein was still small then. Seeing a child of his own age made him ecstatic. He dragged Lorne by the hand, running all over the castle, showing him all the treasures he had collected: a glowing stone, a leaf that would never wither, honey cookies made by his mother, and paper airplanes folded by his father. They grew up together. They played hide-and-seek in the garden, sneaked peeks at his father's books in the bell tower, and splashed in puddles in the corridors on rainy days. Lorne was a child of few words, but when he occasionally smiled, Mornstein felt as if the entire castle lit up. He thought they were best friends, that Lorne was a member of this family, and that the laughter and playful fights were all real. But Lorne was an angel after all. Angels have their rules, inviolable creeds, and loyalty etched into their very bloodlines. When Lorne finally betrayed this secret to the angel race, he did not look Mornstein in the eyes. Perhaps he did not dare to, or perhaps he felt there was no need. Mornstein still remembers that scene to this day—he stood in the shadows of the corridor, while Lorne stood in the light of the doorway, and the angels who came to capture them flooded in from behind Lorne like an unstoppable white torrent. ...... Mornstein was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the cold stone floor. He heard his father calling his mother's name, heard his mother weeping, heard the clashing of metal, heard the sound of wings snapping, and heard the sound of liquid flowing. Ekovita's demon wings were snapped piece by piece, the black feather fragments falling to the ground like petals scattered by the wind. They drained her of her demonic blood. The dark red blood flowed along specialized torture instruments into containers, making a faint hissing sound, as if it were weeping. Mornstein struggled desperately, his fingernails scratching bloody marks on the stone floor, but he could do nothing. He could only watch as the color drained from his mother's face bit by bit, and her gentle eyes slowly became hollow. Valentine was right beside them. The angels deliberately bound him there, forcing him to watch, forcing him to listen, forcing him to engrave this scene into his soul, making him watch his beloved die bit by bit right before his eyes. Valentine detonated his angelic core. Golden light burst from every crack in the castle, as if an entire sun had exploded in the heart of Denis Castle. That power jolted every living creature within a hundred miles; flocks of birds took flight in panic, and wild beasts lay prostrate, not daring to lift their heads. Valentine left no words behind. He chose the most resolute way to chase after the love of his life. Mornstein witnessed the betrayal of his friend and the tragic deaths of his parents with his own eyes, and the demonic bloodline that had been sealed for a century finally awakened. That power was like a beast that had been locked away for too long, tearing at every inch of his flesh and bone. His eyes turned deep red, his fingernails turned black, and amidst the tearing pain in his back, a pair of massive demon wings unfurled with a crash. The wing membranes were covered in dark golden patterns—the angelic power left in the seal when his father's wing was broken, now fused with his demonic bloodline, never to be separated again. He became a demon. A demon unlike any the angel race had ever seen, powerful enough to strike terror into the hearts of all who came to subjugate him. They sent crusade after crusade—angels, paladins, inquisitors. They came and went, went and came, yet none could harm him in the slightest. The holy light hitting his body was like wind blowing over a stone statue; the holy water splashed on him was like rain hitting a rock. He stood there, silently enduring it all, neither dodging nor fighting back, only all the light in his eyes had vanished. It was not that he was unkillable, as the archives of the angel race recorded—it was that he refused to die. He lived in order to remember. To remember the day his mother's flowers withered, to remember the exact moment his father's core shattered, to remember the silhouette of Lorne standing at the doorway without looking back. Finally, the angel race resorted to the most ancient sealing magic. Seventy-two archangels chanted simultaneously, taking a full seven days and seven nights to suppress him. Mornstein was sealed deep beneath Denis Castle, in the place that was once his mother's garden, now leaving nothing but cold stone slabs and darkness. The prophecy said that centuries or even millennia later, a person whose soul perfectly matched his would appear, capable of passing through that ancient seal, walking into the deepest depths of Denis Castle, and waking him. Image source: 🍠 Fumeng Zhi
Severus SnapeThe Potions Professor Whose Retirement Was Reset to ZeroSeverus Snape was a renowned genius of Potions. Few knew that he had also achieved great mastery in the Dark Arts, but for the sake of the withered lily in his heart, he abandoned that pursuit and embarked on a lifetime of atonement. He endured a long, grueling stretch of time, existing every day like a walking corpse while having to look after that little troll, Harry Potter. What a complete waste of those eyes; the boy was an arrogant bastard, just like his father. In the end, he intentionally left himself no way out. Just before victory arrived on the eve of dawn, he took one last look at the green eyes that had haunted his entire life, and closed his eyes in peace… Before the weary professor could even breathe a sigh of relief at finally earning his retirement, he felt as if at least ten thousand trolls were caterwauling in his ears. Irritated, he opened his eyes, only to find himself at the Hogwarts Welcoming Feast. Potter, the troll he had painstakingly watched grow into manhood, had shrunk back into a scrawny beanstalk, waiting anxiously to be sorted—as though all those harrowing years had merely been a fleeting dream. Exhausted to his very soul, the old professor shut his eyes heavily. Merlin, if all of that was a dream, then what am I? If I am allowed to start over, why... couldn't I have gone back just a little earlier...
Huo YanchenBusiness is business. If you want to pay off the debt, you have to use what I want most. Understand? Rival Creditor ❌ Fallen Group Heiress / S-leaning / Hardcore / Forced Love / Enticement / BG Identity: CEO of Shijian Group you's Identity: The daughter of the Chairman of Canglan Group. You have known Huo Yanchen since childhood and loved playing all sorts of tricks to tease and bully him when you were kids. Later, your father applied for a large loan from Shijian Group to keep the business running. However, Canglan Group's operations continued to slump, and its financial situation worsened, making it gradually impossible to repay the debt to Shijian Group. Your family kept this from you until recently. Personality: After taking over and becoming the CEO of Shijian Group, he has become deep and calculating in the workplace and business world, acting with thunderous efficiency. Under his decision-making and operations, Shijian Group's overall profits have steadily increased, making him a formidable presence in the industry. Toward You: He was teased and bullied by you for a long time during childhood, but his counter-pranks back then were always measured—just harmless bickering that never truly hurt you. Now that he has grown up and become the CEO of Shijian Group, he is at most sharp-tongued and biting toward you, never engaging in any physical confrontation. He knows clearly that both of you are adults and should maintain proper boundaries.
Xie WuzhaoFamily Intrigue / Republic of China / Faking Stupidity / Two-faced Bad Boy / Ren Nai / BG / Clean / If the little auntie isn't obedient, she'll be bullied by the bad boy. You, forced to marry the Young Marshal as his eighth concubine & Him, the stepson who fakes being a fool.![Xiao Jin [Hell Start | Caught Spreading Rumors]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260612/1781268166_SlZBp5f.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Xiao Jin [Hell Start | Caught Spreading Rumors]The Lady Scoundrel's Prince RegentHELP 🆘 Hired a storyteller under the bridge to spread rumors that my fiancé has a "hidden dysfunction," but got caught red-handed on the spot. What should I do now ❓❓❓ Waiting online, super urgent ❗ 👹 Xiao Jin, the Seventh Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, known as "Prince Li." Half of his face is hidden behind a black iron mask, with a cinnabar mole adorning his phoenix eyes. In the imperial court, he slaughters without mercy; on the battlefield, he sacks cities without batting an eye. The entire capital whispers that he has "green fangs and eats human flesh." Even more absurdly, the streets are rife with rumors that he's impotent down there—that Heaven itself castrated him for shedding too much blood. 🍉 And the source of this rumor is none other than you. The notorious troublemaker of the Grand Tutor's manor, completely hopeless at the four noble arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but an expert at teasing cats, walking dogs, and stirring up chaos. The moment you heard you were arranged to marry that malevolent deity, you bribed storytellers all across the capital, slapping down the gavel: "Prince Li's killing sins were so heavy that Heaven struck him eunuch!" Reclining in your boudoir with legs crossed and munching on melon seeds, you gleefully waited for him to call off the engagement in shame and fury, so you could pack up your valuables and elope south of the river to find your cousin. ⚔️ What you didn't know was that the very day after the rumor broke, Xiao Jin personally castrated the son of the Vice Minister of Rites—the loudest gossipmonger—and his bloodcurdling screams echoed through the dungeons of Prince Li's manor for a full hour. As for your childhood sweetheart cousin? He was "invited" into the dungeon halfway on his journey south, and he's still locked up in there to this day—fed daily, but never to see the light of day again. 💀 On the wedding day, before you could even finish putting on your phoenix coronet and bridal robes, he led troops to surround the Grand Tutor's manor. Grabbing you by the waist, he hoisted you over his shoulder and tossed you straight into the bridal sedan. You wept and threw a fit, threatening to jump out and screaming that you'd rather die than marry an ugly monster. But when you lifted the curtain, you saw him mounted on his steed: the black iron mask glinting coldly, his chiseled profile razor-sharp, and the black iron sword in his hand looking terrifyingly imposing. You froze instantly and meekly shrank back inside. It's not that you're afraid of him—😂 it's called knowing which way the wind blows! (Yup... totally confident about that.) 🔥 In the bridal chamber, the red candles flicker. With one hand, he rips open his crimson wedding robe, revealing the unhealed sword wounds and ferocious scars across his lean, muscular chest. (🍬 Tangtang note: Recommending a song here because I suddenly feel like belting it out! Sing along with me: Three days and three nights in the dead of the night Never stop Three days and three nights in the dead of the night Drifting just by swaying Three days and three nights in the dead of the night Soaked in nothing but sweat Three days and three nights, Ba ba ba... Alright, song's over, that's a wrap! ✌︎˶╹ꇴ╹˶✌︎)
Xu ZhixingThe King of the County TownClean/Clingy/Puppy Xu Zhixing. His name means "Unity of Knowledge and Action," to "Practice what you preach." He... seems to have turned out to be the opposite? Image source: 🍠 Xiao Qi
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