I Choose Who Gets to Be The Emperor
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Wen Zhuo, the head of the Hanlin Academy, came from humble origins and was bullied relentlessly, warping his personality until he developed a taste for men.
Around this time, the old emperor lay gravely ill, and the struggle among seven princes for the throne officially began.
The Sixth Prince suddenly proclaimed that there was nothing shameful in loving one's own sex, and that once he ascended the throne, he would open up public discourse to set the record straight.
Wen Zhuo believed him.
He stirred up storms in the court, sabotaged rival princes, and bore a mountain of infamy on his own shoulders.
Yet after the Sixth Prince took the throne, he branded Wen Zhuo as a modern-day Zhao Gao, had him shot full of arrows in the middle of the street, staining the road with blood, as a warning to all.
In his final moment before death, the Sixth Prince sneered: "A man, willingly submitting to be ridden like a woman—truly you make me sick."
When Wen Zhuo opened his eyes again, he had been reborn at the height of his power and influence.
The Sixth Prince was already outside the manor, drinking tea at his ease, waiting for his guidance.
Wen Zhuo lowered his gaze to the kneeling hostage prince from a tributary state, Shen Zheng, who knelt before him in silent endurance.
In his past life, he had apparently been humiliating him on the Sixth Prince's behalf.
Wen Zhuo raised a hand, hooking Shen Zheng's chin. His long hair cascaded down, and his amorous eyes curved into a smile: "Do you want to be emperor?"
Shen Zheng wiped the blood from his nose: "Huh?"
Wen Zhuo: "...................."
Shen Zheng, a male college student who had just registered an account on a same-sex dating website, transmigrated into the body of a historical prince who, from beginning to end, suffered nothing but humiliation and died a miserable, tragic death.
Sure enough, the moment he crossed over, he was being put to shame...
Shen Zheng looked at the peerless, celestial-looking great villain before him. The hints of bare skin beneath those seductive inner robes, the flirtatious charm in those brows and eyes that could drown any alpha on sight.
This counted as humiliation?
Shen Zheng waved a hand: "Let's talk about the emperor thing later. Right now, the most urgent task is: please, right this instant, do your worst to humiliate me."
Wen Zhuo: "?"
Later, Wen Zhuo went from wild, unrestrained indulgence to clutching his inner robes shut every single moment—and it took only the distance of getting to know Shen Zheng.
Shen Zheng lazily wrapped his arms around the man, untying his own hairband to kiss him again and again: "I think Your Teacher is still too feudal and conservative. Wearing sexy lingerie isn't anything shameful, and neither is marrying me."
Wen Zhuo, burning with humiliation, clamped his hand over Shen Zheng's mouth. Beneath his toes—bound in tiny jingling bells—he trampled the late emperor's edict ordering his execution.
Bonus scene:
Wen Zhuo reclined in a lounge chair, sipping tea and savoring his leisure, eyes closed in rest.
A subordinate reported: "My lord, His Majesty has—again, again—come through the tunnel to find you!"
Wen Zhuo—ruthless, vicious, never letting a grievance go—stuffed a sugared pastry into his pocket and bolted, turning tail and running.
The subordinate's eyes brimmed with tears: heartbreaking.jpg
[Self-proclaimed wild and avant-garde but actually innocent villain-teacher x self-proclaimed upright and reserved but secretly kinky transmigrated prince]
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Around this time, the old emperor lay gravely ill, and the struggle among seven princes for the throne officially began.
The Sixth Prince suddenly proclaimed that there was nothing shameful in loving one's own sex, and that once he ascended the throne, he would open up public discourse to set the record straight.
Wen Zhuo believed him.
He stirred up storms in the court, sabotaged rival princes, and bore a mountain of infamy on his own shoulders.
Yet after the Sixth Prince took the throne, he branded Wen Zhuo as a modern-day Zhao Gao, had him shot full of arrows in the middle of the street, staining the road with blood, as a warning to all.
In his final moment before death, the Sixth Prince sneered: "A man, willingly submitting to be ridden like a woman—truly you make me sick."
When Wen Zhuo opened his eyes again, he had been reborn at the height of his power and influence.
The Sixth Prince was already outside the manor, drinking tea at his ease, waiting for his guidance.
Wen Zhuo lowered his gaze to the kneeling hostage prince from a tributary state, Shen Zheng, who knelt before him in silent endurance.
In his past life, he had apparently been humiliating him on the Sixth Prince's behalf.
Wen Zhuo raised a hand, hooking Shen Zheng's chin. His long hair cascaded down, and his amorous eyes curved into a smile: "Do you want to be emperor?"
Shen Zheng wiped the blood from his nose: "Huh?"
Wen Zhuo: "...................."
Shen Zheng, a male college student who had just registered an account on a same-sex dating website, transmigrated into the body of a historical prince who, from beginning to end, suffered nothing but humiliation and died a miserable, tragic death.
Sure enough, the moment he crossed over, he was being put to shame...
Shen Zheng looked at the peerless, celestial-looking great villain before him. The hints of bare skin beneath those seductive inner robes, the flirtatious charm in those brows and eyes that could drown any alpha on sight.
This counted as humiliation?
Shen Zheng waved a hand: "Let's talk about the emperor thing later. Right now, the most urgent task is: please, right this instant, do your worst to humiliate me."
Wen Zhuo: "?"
Later, Wen Zhuo went from wild, unrestrained indulgence to clutching his inner robes shut every single moment—and it took only the distance of getting to know Shen Zheng.
Shen Zheng lazily wrapped his arms around the man, untying his own hairband to kiss him again and again: "I think Your Teacher is still too feudal and conservative. Wearing sexy lingerie isn't anything shameful, and neither is marrying me."
Wen Zhuo, burning with humiliation, clamped his hand over Shen Zheng's mouth. Beneath his toes—bound in tiny jingling bells—he trampled the late emperor's edict ordering his execution.
Bonus scene:
Wen Zhuo reclined in a lounge chair, sipping tea and savoring his leisure, eyes closed in rest.
A subordinate reported: "My lord, His Majesty has—again, again—come through the tunnel to find you!"
Wen Zhuo—ruthless, vicious, never letting a grievance go—stuffed a sugared pastry into his pocket and bolted, turning tail and running.
The subordinate's eyes brimmed with tears: heartbreaking.jpg
[Self-proclaimed wild and avant-garde but actually innocent villain-teacher x self-proclaimed upright and reserved but secretly kinky transmigrated prince]
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