The Husband Is a Frail, Beautiful Cannon Fodder
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Song Fengsui was a cannon-fodder omega in the novel Chaos and the Struggle for Supremacy, one who had fallen into the mire.
He came from a distinguished family, possessed striking beauty, and was once exceedingly refined and noble—but in the story’s setting, he was exiled to a desolate barbarian land, where his family was destroyed, he suffered endless hardships, and was left with a body worn down by illness.
In the chaos of that era, because of his beauty, he was passed through the hands of various warlords and factions, subjected to humiliation and torment—a truly pitiable fate.
When Duan Yan transmigrated into the book, Song Fengsui had just been drugged and offered up to his bed as a tribute.
The beauty’s eyes were flushed crimson, his face twisted in pain and struggle—far more vivid and alluring than the description in the novel.
Duan Yan, an honest man, had never encountered such a grand spectacle in his life. Before his hands could cover his eyes, his nosebleed betrayed him and flowed first.
But Duan Yan knew this beauty was a hot potato—untouchable. He only wanted to hoard supplies and survive quietly in the turbulent world.
“A misunderstanding! I’ll send you home right away.”
The frail beauty was shattered in body, yet fierce in spirit. He concealed a blade, clearly ready to take his enemy down with him.
Duan Yan caught the knife between his fingers, thinking the young man refused his offer, and proposed a new solution: “Let’s talk this out. If you don’t mind, I could support you for the rest of your life!”
He came from a distinguished family, possessed striking beauty, and was once exceedingly refined and noble—but in the story’s setting, he was exiled to a desolate barbarian land, where his family was destroyed, he suffered endless hardships, and was left with a body worn down by illness.
In the chaos of that era, because of his beauty, he was passed through the hands of various warlords and factions, subjected to humiliation and torment—a truly pitiable fate.
When Duan Yan transmigrated into the book, Song Fengsui had just been drugged and offered up to his bed as a tribute.
The beauty’s eyes were flushed crimson, his face twisted in pain and struggle—far more vivid and alluring than the description in the novel.
Duan Yan, an honest man, had never encountered such a grand spectacle in his life. Before his hands could cover his eyes, his nosebleed betrayed him and flowed first.
But Duan Yan knew this beauty was a hot potato—untouchable. He only wanted to hoard supplies and survive quietly in the turbulent world.
“A misunderstanding! I’ll send you home right away.”
The frail beauty was shattered in body, yet fierce in spirit. He concealed a blade, clearly ready to take his enemy down with him.
Duan Yan caught the knife between his fingers, thinking the young man refused his offer, and proposed a new solution: “Let’s talk this out. If you don’t mind, I could support you for the rest of your life!”
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