CH 1.1

“It hurts……”

Explosive pain, like a cracked valley, stretched through his brain.

Meng Huan’s lips were parched, and a boundless dream resounded in his suffocated stupor mind. He dreamed of standing before a pillar, berating with his head held high, “I will not be a male concubine to that treacherous man even if I die!”

“The name of the brave warrior is not to be considered for personal gain. I will not sacrifice my body to the enemy and will return to die. If I marry this traitor, I will be no different from the corrupt ministers and the same as pigs and dogs like you guys colliding together!”

“Heaven accepts me and does not want to filthy my body, asking me to come and go cleanly……”

Meng Huan’s eyelashes fluttered, and the figure of a young man shifted before his eyes. The other person’s handsome and slender appearances were precisely the same as his, but with long hair and wearing a robe, graceful but looking furious.

After the man said these words, he violently crashed into the pillar–

“Bang!”

A sharp pain like an explosion resounded in his head, and Meng Huan shouted violently, “No!”

He abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and his face was wet with sticky beads of sweat sliding down his pale, handsome jaw and dampening the hair around his ears.

A man stood before him, looked at him, and stood up.

Someone asked. “Is he awake?”

“Awake.”

“That’s good. Don’t let him attempt suicide again. Wash him up first. The prince will need him at night.”

After saying that, the door opening sounded, and someone walked out.

Meng Huan’s heart pounded violently; the afterglow of the pain in his head had not yet subsided, and he looked around blankly.

…… Red wedding room, red candles, blood-stained pillars, and the incomprehensible jumble of words; am I still in the dream world?

Meng Huan blinked. The little servant who had been instructed before approached, carrying a water basin, and said, “Young Master Meng?”

Meng Huan looked at him in surprise. “What did you call me?”

“Calling you Young Master Meng, is something wrong?”

After the other party finished, he took a sharp knife from his back and said, “Young Master Meng, if you still insist on attempting suicide, I can help you. Although this is a slaughter knife found in the back kitchen, I have washed it a dozen times and cleaned it, so it must be worthy of Your Excellency’s noble head.”

“………………”

Meng Huan licked his lips as if he didn’t hear it clearly, “W-What?”

“Young Master Meng was forcibly snatched into the prince’s residence but still refused to submit to our prince. This can be described as a proud and noble character. It’s a pity that Young Master was saved from hitting a pillar in the afternoon to seek death; it’s regrettable.” The little servant held up his knife and said word for word, “I admire Young Master’s character and am willing to help him kill himself and save his reputation.”

“…………”

What the heck?

What’s this all about?

Meng Huan just remembered that he read a novel last night and then fell asleep. How did things get so strange when he opened his eyes?

“Young Master, this knife I sharpened is very sharp and can easily cut through the flesh. It will not let Young Master go so painfully–”

The man said as he gently placed the knife to his fingertips, and red blood immediately gushed out. “Look, very sharp, right?”

Meng Huan: “……………………”

You really cut, ah?

Before the little servant cut his hand, Meng Huan had thought that this was a dream or a prank studio, but the moment he saw the crimson blood drops, Meng Huan snapped awake, desperately trying to flail but found his hands were tightly tied.

The little servant spoke before him, holding up a knife and cutting his hands like an NPC without feelings who was only following the plot.

Everything before him was so familiar…

Meng Huan remembered!

He read it last night in the 18+ tactical BL novel! This book went by the tags: “seizing by force,” “love-hate relationship,” “insane gong and ruthless shou,” “strong hormone explosion,” and “fighting while making love”; the plot was very intense.

This suicide scene was the beginning part of the novel. The protagonist gong forcibly took the original shou to his house as his own, but his character was noble, and he wanted to kill himself in a rage!

Looking at the knife approaching him and the little servant still cutting his hand like an emotionless NPC, Meng Huan’s head felt like it would split open, and he shouted, “Stop!”

“……”

The little servant’s knife stopped, and he looked at him.

Meng Huan eyed the shiny blade. “Take the knife away!”

The little servant’s gaze slightly froze, and after being dazed for a while, he seemed to come out from that disoriented NPC state and became lively, shouting, “Young Master Meng?”

His expression was filled with surprise. “Aren’t you bent on death? In the afternoon, you also….”

Who wants to die?!!!

Meng Huan and he looked at each other, staring wide-eyed. The little servant’s expression became increasingly complicated as Meng Huan desperately said, “This body’s hair and skin belong to the parent. I have not yet reported to my parents; how can I easily seek death?”

The little servant: “But—”

Meng Huan interrupted him, “Don’t but. Quickly untie me.”

“……”

The little servant uttered an “oh” and cut the rope around Meng Huan’s wrist.

Meng Huan mentally said, “finally saved.” He exhaled heavily, gathered himself to survey his surroundings, and confirmed whether he had truly transmigrated into the book.

However, this little servant kneeled again with a plop sound. “Young Master can think through and not willing to seek death again. This servant is pleased, but… woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo……”

Meng Huan’s head felt painful. “What are you crying about?”

“Woo woo, woo woo woo… Young Master’s purity will be tainted by our prince….”

“……”

With a single sentence, Meng Huan’s just-relaxed mood suddenly tensed up again.

Damn.

Truly transmigrated into the book.

Not only was he transmigrating into the book, but he was also quickly catching up with the story’s plot.

His current identity was a male concubine who was about to be dominated.

As for the person who would dominate him, it was the leading male character in that 18+ novel last night, Prince Regent Lin Bozhou, an uncompromisingly treacherous minister.

This person looked handsome and aloof on the outside but loved to kill. Hundreds of ministers were killed in the court in the eight years of his rule. Later, he held the court hostage with 300,000 capital troops, weaving a large prison to exterminate ten clans, killing tens of thousands in one breath! His hands were full of blood, and his reputation for brutality could stop a child from crying at night!

He was sarcastically called the “standing tyrant” by the imperial court.

Anyone disobeying his wishes had to die.

Meng Huan’s heart was cold: What kind of insane neurotic is this?

It was pleasurable to read the book but felt like being cremated when transmigrating into the book. When reading the book, he was excited by the intense fight, but when transmigrating into it, it was like entering the wolf’s nest after escaping the tiger’s den.

The little servant’s tears flowed again, saying, “Young Master Meng, or else should, should we just kill ourselves?”

“…………”

Meng Huan: “Don’t you mess with my mind.”

He took a deep breath, stood up sharply, walked to the door, and pulled the door open with a “clatter”–

If he wanted to save his lowly life, the only way was to escape!

The prince regent imprisoned the original shou in the backyard to raise as a concubine. After failing to seek death, he concealed his strength and bid his time instead of giving up. He finally found an opportunity to escape to the other side and organized troops, making an excellent love-hate relationship with the prince regent.

If the original shou could escape, why can’t I do it?

Meng Huan’s heart was filled with pride and ambition, but as soon as he pulled open the door, he found that many soldiers and horses stood in the courtyard at some point, lining up in rows. Not to mention people, even a mosquito could not fly out.

Meng Huan, who was splashed with cold water for a second: “……”

I see. Thank you.