Although Wen Fan was gay, he had no interest in playing the straight-bending game. He thought it would be fine to just remain friends forever. However, on Shao Yisui’s twenty-eighth birthday, a contract suddenly appeared in front of him.

A marriage contract.

Shao Yisui had a headache: “Fan Fan, my parents are pushing too hard.”

Wen Fan, who also suffered from his parents’ pressure to get married, agreed.

He went from being the good friend of the big boss of the Shao Group to Mrs.Shao. Everyone envied their loving relationship, but Wen Fan was very clear-headed. He always remembered that Shao Yisui liked women, and he would never pester him. He repeatedly stated that he didn’t mind Shao Yisui bringing people home, and he would leave immediately when the contract expired.

Unexpectedly, one day, Shao Yisui drank some unclean wine at a social event and ended up stumbling into Wen Fan’s room. After a night together, Wen Fan couldn’t even get up.

This was an accident beyond the contract, and Shao Yisui knew he had made a mistake and wanted to compensate him. But Wen Fan waved it off: “We’re both adults, forget it.”

After that day, Wen Fan continued to live his life as he pleased, but Shao Yisui, who couldn’t resist the taste of forbidden fruit, couldn’t stay calm anymore.

Every day, he found Wen Fan more beautiful and tempting than the day before. Wen Fan sat on the balcony reading, and he stared at him foolishly all afternoon. Wen Fan came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, and he had a nosebleed all night. In his dreams, all he saw was the handsome figure from that night.

Wen Fan never harbored any illusions about Shao Yisui, so he forced himself to forget about that incident. He thought Shao Yisui, a straight man of steel, must have been disgusted by the whole thing, or he wouldn’t have avoided him for so long. Wen Fan thought their contract would probably be terminated early.

However, at a high-end banquet, someone tried to make a move on Wen Fan, and just as they were about to kiss him, Shao Yisui arrived and knocked them down with a punch.

The man’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable jealousy and rage. He gritted his teeth: “How dare you touch my wife?”

Later, their contract ended smoothly, but Shao Yisui seemed to have forgotten about the whole thing. Wen Fan had to gently remind him.

That night, in the dimly lit room, the man pressed him against the wall and pleaded, “Fan Fan, let’s not get divorced, okay?”

As soon as medical student Wen Qingci exclaimed “awesome!” he found himself transmigrated into the role of a physician experimenting on Xie Bufeng’s body with the notorious black lotus elixir. His eyebrows are dotted with cinnabar and skin as smooth as jade, and being deeply devoted to medicine without distinguishing between good and evil, he was named the “demonic-faced immortal”.

In the end, he was torn apart and fed to vultures.

By the time Wen Qingci arrived, Xie Bufeng had already been captured by the medical department and understood his fate. He was sickly and had a fierce glare, like a wolf cub trapped in a cage, eager to crush Wen Qingci’s throat at any moment. Under the watchful eye of the emperor’s confidant, Wen Qingci fl**ked his wrist and shoved a piece of candy into Xie Bufeng’s mouth:

“This is a poison that corrodes the intestines. If Your Highness cooperates, an antidote can be obtained once a month.”
Under the surveillance of the emperor and with the ending written in the book, Wen Qingci pretended to conduct serious experiments while secretly trying to detoxify him. He risked his life to save Xie Bufeng from the brink of death. Madness ensued until the day of the palace coup, when Wen Qingci took an arrow meant for Xie Bufeng’s heart.

The new emperor, speaking slowly between his teeth, forced out the words: “After your death, there will be no antidote, and I will have no choice but to accompany you.” Wen Qingci smiled, coughing up a mouthful of blood and shaking his head gently:
“…What I feed to Your Highness is always honey made…by myself…”
A teardrop mixed with blood fell from the corner of Xie Bufeng’s eye.

Ten miles of red wedding decorations welcomed Xie Bufeng’s thin coffin into the palace gates. Xie Bufeng, full of resentment towards gods and ghosts, knelt in front of the temple, offering his blood as sacrifice to the heavens, praying to see him once again. Like a madman.

Outside the city, Wen Qingci faked his death and slipped away. In the Valley of Divine Physicians, a mysterious figure emerged, tending to flowers, reading books, and listening to music, living leisurely and carefree. Until one day, news of the emperor’s old illness recurred, and he was “invited” to the imperial palace.

Before Wen Qingci could figure out how to handle the situation…

The supposed terminally ill new emperor coldly pulled aside the bead curtain, his fingertips as cold as snake scales, slowly unraveling his veil.

Mini Theater:

From birth, Xie Bufeng could hear the evil thoughts in people’s hearts. He grew numb amidst aversion, curses, and malicious suspicions. Only Wen Qingci was an exception.

Xie Bufeng didn’t believe that Wen Qingci’s heart was as clear as a mirror.

Until one day, while the noble and sorrowful palace physician bowed to the emperor and whispered in his heart:
“

Shut up, you **.”

Younger, lacks pain, violent wolf cub gong x elegant, sickly weak black-lotus, medical fool, big beauty Shou

“Oh, has he admitted his mistake?”

“No, Your Majesty. He refuses to admit it. He even threatened to smash your head when he gets out.”

“…”

Bai Lu, who lost his mother and father when he was young, grew up as wild as a weed, stands at 1.8 meters tall, handsome with six-pack abs, and a former underground boxer.

In an unexpected turn of events, this masculine man transmigrated into the body of a weak and delicate person in a small brothel, and overnight, turning from a tough guy into a delicate wife.

With no prior experience in transmigration, Bai Lu was caught off guard and ended up being sent to the palace to play the zither. Fearless, he played a passionate rendition of “Love Trade” moving everyone to tears and begging him to stop.

Then, he caught the eye of a young, handsome, but seemingly ill-tempered emperor.

Wait, this His Majesty the Emperor seems to be the ex-boyfriend with whom he had a blood feud, fell in love and killed each other in his previous life? !

Comparing their current identities and statuses, Bai Lu shuddered. In this life, he seems to be a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth to pay off his debts.

A dignified, cold-blooded, slightly cleanliness-obsessive blackened Emperor, paired with a resilient rogue from the underworld who can’t be killed.

A dual transmigration story set in an ancient palace, with a light-hearted and sweet tone, told from the perspective of both the dominant and submissive characters.