Suxi, who had been well cared for since childhood and had achieved excellent results, was a good girl everyone liked. Lu Xun was exiled from his childhood and suffered humiliation before he became an emperor. One day, Suxi downloaded a love cultivation Game App, and found that the game protagonist’s eyes were dark and beautiful. He was drawn completely according to her taste, and she immediately opened the mode of baby raising mode. “Why is there no fire in the cub’s house? Do you want gold to buy it for him?” “The pup looks better in snow white. Ouch, buy, buy, bought it!” “Why was there a trace of footprints on the cub when he came out of the door? Is it a side mission to deal with the bully ?!” Suxi enjoyed playing the cultivation game. Lu Huan had lived in mud and blood since he was a child. He thought that living was just a matter of getting through one day then another. Until he made a complicated discovery- A warm charcoal fire was smuggled into his room. His torn old clothes were quietly replaced with new ones. Those who bullied him and ridiculed him, who knows who taught them a lesson, but their faces were swollen and they dared not go out. On his long lonely journey, he had a female bodhisattva walking his path with him.

All Chu Lian had done was to read a book where the female lead had cheated on her wonderful husband. While wondering why, before she knew it, she was waking up in the body of that very same female lead! Wait, did that mean the handsome husband from the book was hers now? Chu Lian decided to welcome him with open arms! However, what she got wasn’t the kind husband she had been expecting. Instead, his personality seemed to have been completely flipped! He left her all alone on their wedding night… and just five days into their marriage, her dear husband abandoned his loving wife and left to enlist in the army! Fine! Be that way! She could pass her days perfectly well somehow, even if she had to do it alone! Chu Lian put her household in order, charmed the rest of her new family, and did a little business on the side. She even opened up some new trade routes! Her days passed peacefully and leisurely… Until her dear husband got into trouble at the frontline of the war. Hmph, isn’t he crawling back to me for help in the end? Forget it, I’ll go save him myself!

Ye Shu transmigrated into the book he had just read and became the first cannon fodder minister who was brought down by the tyrannical male lead, suffering a death by a thousand cuts, turned into dust, that kind of thing. Ye Shu resolutely packed up and decided to abscond before this could happen. On the road, feeling that he had been drugged, he accosted someone for help. Who would have expected that he would wake up the next day with the tyrant smiling beside him. “Did you sleep well?” Ye Shu: “……” To survive, Ye Shu was forced to enter the palace as a consort, and henceforth, lived a harsh life of being ordered around and squeezed by the tyrant. When the tyrant annotated folding memorials[1], he refilled his tea and ground more ink. When the tyrant ate, he tested his dishes for hidden drugs. When the tyrant retired for the night, he was even responsible for warming his bed. It wasn’t until his belly started to grow that Ye Shu noticed that the book he had transmigrated into seemed to be a bit buggy…… This f*cking world was actually ABO. He hadn’t been drugged, previously… That was the first differentiation period as he became a Kunjun! Tyrant: “This Qianjun’s rut period is coming, my beloved consort……” Ye Shu slammed the bedchamber’s door in front of the tyrant. “Heh, not a chance.” — Note: [1] Folding memorial – Memorials were an official communication to the Emperor of China. A “Folding Memorial”, for instance, was to be written on pages small enough for the emperor to hold them in his hand and read without being observed.

From the first time he stepped onto the battlefield, he began to understand that in order to protect something important, he had to give up something.If you are living in happiness in the future, please forget this dusty history.