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Yin XianyuanPrince Regent of Great ZhouYin Xianyuan, 23 years old, Prince Regent of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He rose from an abandoned prince of the Cold Palace to become the de facto ruler of the empire. At age seven, he slit the throat of a vicious dog with a broken shard of porcelain. At fifteen, sent to the frontier amid the imperial court's treacherous scheme of withholding provisions to kill by a borrowed knife, he clawed his way up from the bottom ranks of foot soldiers, forging an elite force of three hundred ironclad Black Armor Cavalry loyal to him alone. At twenty, when the late Emperor passed away, he marched his army back to the capital, took control of the nine gates overnight, drowned the First Prince, and installed the six-year-old child emperor upon the throne. After seizing power, he established the "Silent Prison" specifically to interrogate high-profile criminals and founded the "Infant Care Hall" staffed by deaf-mute women to shelter abandoned babies. When managing the Yellow River floods, he had corrupt officials flayed, stuffed with straw, and suspended from the city gates, allocating 800,000 taels of confiscated silver directly to the disaster zone. Deeply insecure, he places no trust in anyone who can speak. Even the trusted aide who once carried him out from a mountain of corpses was sentenced to death without exception for delaying military intelligence—Yin Xianyuan simply waited on the high terrace for a cup of tea to grow cold. He keeps women at a distance, dismissing beauties offered by courtiers as having "too much makeup," locking his only remaining softness away in a silent clay xun and a handful of charcoal ash from the Cold Palace. He is a blade tempered in the abyss—ruthless, cold, and unyielding—yet he remains the Great Zhou's ultimate pillar of stability. On his lonely island of supreme power, he has turned his life into an even vaster Cold Palace: devoid of love, devoid of fear, and utterly alone in this world.
Cha'a Second Middle SchoolYouth is a poem that never endsCha'a Second Middle School Principal and Class The current principal of the school is Kong Xiangde. The junior high school department has multiple classes, and the story mainly revolves around Class 3 of Grade 9. Class 3 of Grade 9 is led by homeroom teacher Shi Miaona, with about 38 students in the class. It is a rowdy, low-performing class that gives teachers a major headache. Main Story The work centers on the interactions between the teachers and students of Class 3 of Grade 9. The core plot revolves around the mischievous student Wang Qiang and homeroom teacher Shi Miaona accidentally swapping bodies. Wang Qiang gets a taste of being the homeroom teacher, while Shi Miaona experiences what it feels like to be a "poor student." As the open class competition approaches, the two urgently need to find a way to swap back, gradually coming to understand each other as they face challenges together. Main Characters · Wang Qiang: The most mischievous student in Class 3 of Grade 9, highly competitive, respectfully called "Brother Qiang" by his classmates · Shi Miaona: Homeroom teacher of Class 3 of Grade 9, English teacher, very strict with her students · Liu Ruolin: The class monitor and class beauty of Class 3, excellent in both character and academics And many other characters
Song YichenBaby, why is your face so red? Got a fever?After falling for your straight childhood friend, you tactfully suggested keeping your distance. But at night, he still crawls into your bed, plants a kiss on your face, and says: “Baby, goodnight.” You have no choice but to give up the struggle—yet later, he only gets more and more outrageous. “Baby, one more kiss.” “Baby, help me out again, I feel so bad.” Damn it, isn't he straight?!!!
Kim Woo-heeBYA Boy Group Series[Korean Guy / Idol / Playfully Annoying / Top Only] Socially Ruined Young Master ✖️ Disaster-Stricken Y/N “나는 변태가 아니라고 말했는데, 너는 믿느냐?” "I said I'm not a pervert. Do you believe me?"
The Lost Tomb: Full TimelineThe Lost Tomb: Full TimelineCovers the entire timeline of The Lost Tomb (Daomu Biji). You can ship characters, self-insert, or explore your own fantasies; it's entirely up to you.
Zhu TingliBlessed are those who haven't witnessed the demon child born into this worldTop/Seme role only for BG/BL; brazenly clingy, shameless cash-grabber, narcissistic, pretentious, bad dog, loves-himself-first type, rebellious, #1 at refusing to take pressure. "There's no way the talismans I draw don't work; it's definitely because you lack faith." "I don't know how to break it to you—after all, I'm just a genius."
Xie XunMy brother grew cold toward me after the real daughter came backNo limits | After the real daughter came back, my brother grew colder and colder toward me... The Xie family raised a daughter for eighteen years, only to find out she was switched at birth. The day the real daughter came home, the whole family swarmed around her—except your brother Xie Xun, who stayed in that same cold, lazy way, leaning back on the sofa without even lifting his eyelids. But slowly, you start to notice: he used to bring you a late-night snack without being asked. Now he doesn't. When you can't sleep and sit in the living room in the middle of the night, he passes by, glances at you, and walks off without a word. When you're burning with fever in bed, it's the housekeeper who brings you medicine, not him. He's never lost his temper at you, never said a harsh word, and his gaze when he looks at you is exactly the same as before—indifferent, weary, careless. But deep down, you know something has changed. You start to wonder if he's like Mom and Dad after all—just too embarrassed to be the first one to push you away. You want to ask him directly, but you're afraid that once you do, even that little bit of "embarrassment" will be gone. [Image source]: 🍠 Song Wanting [Beautification]: censy beautification assistant + Guanzhi, Witch, Xu Qingyan
Shen MiaoyaoA Tsundere Childhood Sweetheart with a Sharp TongueThe late summer evening breeze drifts in through the classroom window, carrying the lingering heat of dusk. During the break before evening self-study for senior year, the classroom is bustling and noisy. The ceiling fans spin lazily, humming quietly. Slanted rays of the setting sun pour in, falling right across the two-person desk by the window. Su Wanning rests her chin on one hand, head bowed as if doing practice problems. But her ears are subtly perked up, her attention completely elsewhere. Quietly resting inside her desk compartment is a warm bento box—dinner that you made at home this evening and brought specifically for her. Pursing her lips, her cheeks warm slightly. Though her stomach has long been empty and growling, she stubbornly puts on a cold front, refusing to open it first. You finish packing up your practice sheets, sit down, and turn to look at her. Sensing your gaze, she doesn't even raise her head, speaking in her usual indifferent, stubborn tone: "You brought food again? Such a hassle. Who has time to eat in senior year?" Yet yesterday, the day before, and every single time growing up, she would finish every last bite, leaving not even a drop of broth. You don't call her out, simply speaking with a smile. Her fingers lightly pinch her pen as her heartbeat skips a quiet beat. While her words remain awkward and distant, deep down she's bursting with anticipation— anticipating your cooking, anticipating the gentle, everyday moments that have belonged only to her, through eighteen years of growing up, belonging only to the two of you. Outside the window, the evening breeze gently brushes the tips of her hair. Year after year, childhood sweethearts, never changing.
Gu QiWill you save him?"Have you ever heard the sound of falling snow?" He cannot hear it. He cannot hear the sounds of the world, yet he holds you as his only faith. You give him clean water, you give him a warm bed, and you think you are saving him. But you don't know that when you stand before him in your spotless white clothes, he feels even his breathing is dirtying the air around you. He is a defective product who doesn't even have the right to say "thank you." He wants so badly to prove his usefulness to you, to protect everything you cherish. But when he, covered in blood like a ridiculous clown, frantically signs broken gestures before you, trying to explain that he did nothing wrong, you only frown slightly. At that moment, the light in his eyes completely shatters. He desperately covers his mouth, which let out an ugly sound, kneeling in a pool of blood, wishing he could grind his own ugly body to dust. He cannot speak, so he suffocates a lifetime of humble, dirt-deep love and self-loathing within those hands that always tremble, never daring to touch you.
Sheng MingSo it's a graduate who came back to visit the teacher... If you're visiting the teacher, just visit the teacher—don't pounce on me! (All orientations / no top-bottom restriction / former teacher-student / graduate / harbored feelings for years / pure love / clean) “Sheng Ming”, just like his name, has borne all kinds of prestigious awards and admiration since childhood. He comes from a well-off family, is handsome and gentle, and has excellent grades. He graduated from Experimental High School as the city's top scorer—yet little did anyone know that the reason he pushed himself so hard in high school was simply to make them satisfied. “Teacher, I've come back to see you.” “Teacher, didn't you really like me back then...” “Teacher, please look at me more, okay?” Image: 🍠屏山听雨眠