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While hospitalized, An Yu read a pirated novel that made him increasingly furious.
In the book, the legitimate Crown Prince was supposed to lead a successful life and be remembered for eternity, yet he was written as the villain. The Empress’s family was framed for treason and executed to the last man. The Noble Consort, who framed them, was the mother of the story’s protagonist. She sent the fourteen-year-old Crown Prince to the battlefield; the young prince endured with fortitude, eventually becoming a legendary general with illustrious military achievements.
However, upon his victorious return, he was assassinated by the protagonist and lost the use of his legs. Forced to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, the Crown Prince finally “blackened” with rage. An Yu shouted “Good!” at this development.
To his horror, the author then forced the Crown Prince to lose his intelligence and his eyesight, suffered a betrayal by his subordinates, and was finally pushed off a cliff by the protagonist. The End.
An Yu’s blood pressure skyrocketed. At 2:00 AM, he alarmed the entire hospital staff. Refusing to let it go, he grabbed his phone and unleashed a torrent of criticism at the author in the comments section. Only then did he fall asleep, satisfied.
When he woke up, An Yu had transmigrated into the role of the Crown Prince’s male wife. An Yu was ecstatic: Is there really such a stroke of good luck?
On their wedding night, Lu Shiyan suppressed the ruthlessness in his expression and pushed open the door. An Yu already viewed the Prince through the “white moonlight” filter of his obsession; seeing such a breathtakingly beautiful face up close, he couldn’t look away. His eyes reddened as they filled with tears.
The ethereal beauty, leaning on the wheelchair like a fragile willow in the wind, spoke in a weak, gentle voice: “I am aware that I am not worthy of you, Young Master. I shall treat you with nothing but proper respect.”
Lu Shiyan looked up, only to see his male wife who had reportedly tried to drown himself in a lake to avoid this marriage staring at him with red-rimmed eyes full of pure, aching heartache. Lu Shiyan: “…?”
After the marriage, An Yu spent every day helping the Prince with his rehabilitation while whispering “pillow talk” into his ear: “That subordinate is no good; he has the face of a traitor!”
Through An Yu’s relentless efforts, Lu Shiyan’s legs “recovered.” Finally, the Crown Prince slew his enemies and earned the veneration of the masses. An Yu clapped his hands in satisfaction, prepared to retire now that his work was done: “Excellent. First, I’ll go to Jiangnan for fun, then head north.”
But just as he turned to leave, he was suddenly pinned to the bed. “My Crown Princess,” Lu Shiyan whispered, “where do you think you’re going?” An Yu was bewildered: Wait, did he blacken after all?
