"Ouch..."

An explosive sensation of pain, like a valley splitting apart, echoed in his mind.

Meng Huan's lips were dry, suffocating in a dazed state, with endless dreams reverberating in his mind. He dreamt of standing in front of a pillar, raising his head and scolding, "Even in death, I will never become that treacherous man's male concubine!"

"As a valiant warrior, I cannot prioritize personal matters. Offering my life for the country's crisis, I view death as returning home. If I were to marry this treacherous official, I would be no different from the corrupt scholars of the court, no different from you swine and dogs who share the same breath!"

"May heaven take me if it is unwilling to let my body remain pure. It demands that I come and leave with purity intact..."

Meng Huan's eyelashes trembled as the figure of a young man swayed before his eyes. The other person possessed the same exquisite beauty as himself, with features resembling his own, but he had long hair, wore a robe, exuded an air of arrogance, and appeared furious.

After uttering those words, the person abruptly collided with the pillar—

"Bang!"

An explosion-like pain resounded in his mind, and Meng Huan suddenly cried out, "No!"

He abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and his face was drenched in sticky sweat. It slid down his pale and handsome jaw, soaking his hair by his ears.

There was a person standing in front of him, who gave him a glance and stood up.

Someone asked, "Are you awake?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good. Don't let him seek death again. Clean yourself up first, as the prince will need you tonight."

After speaking, the sound of the door opening followed, and someone left.

Meng Huan's heart pounded intensely, the lingering pain in his mind still present, as he looked around in confusion.

...The crimson bridal chamber, the blood-stained pillar, incomprehensible and chaotic words. Could he still be in a dream?

Meng Huan blinked, and the servant called Xiao Xi, who had been instructed, approached him, holding a basin of water, and said, "Young Master Meng?"

Meng Huan looked at him in astonishment, "What did you call me?"

"I called you Young Master Meng, what's wrong?"

After the person finished speaking, he took out a bright knife from behind and said to himself, "Young Master Meng, if you insist on seeking death, I can help you. Although this is a pig-slaughtering knife found in the kitchen, I have washed it over ten times, thoroughly cleaned, and it surely befits the noble head of a gentleman like you."

"......"

Meng Huan licked his lips, as if not hearing clearly, "Wh-What?"

"Young Master Meng was forcibly brought into the prince's residence and still refuses to submit to our prince. It can be said that your conduct is proud and noble. Unfortunately, when you attempted suicide by hitting the pillar this afternoon and were saved, it became quite distressing." Xiao Xi held up the knife and spoke slowly, word by word, "I admire your character and am willing to help you end your life, fulfilling your honorable reputation."

"......"

What on earth?

What is all of this?!

Meng Huan remembered that he had read a novel last night and then fell asleep. How did everything become so strange when he woke up?

"Sir, I have sharpened this knife very well. It can easily cut through flesh and skin, ensuring that you won't suffer much pain in your departure"

This was the content from the 18+ homoerotic political novel he read last night! The book was labeled with tags like "forceful possession," "love and hate," "dominant and submissive," "explosive chemistry," and "fighting and flirting at the same time." The plot was extremely intense.

Now, this suicide scene is the beginning of the novel. The original submissive protagonist was forcefully taken by the original dominant protagonist and brought to the manor against his will. However, being of high moral character, he decided to end his life in a fit of anger!

As the knife in front of him got closer and closer, the small servant Xiao continued his hand mechanically, as if he were an emotionless NPC. Meng Huan's head felt like it was about to split open, and he shouted, "Stop!"

"... " Xiao stopped cutting and looked at him.

Meng Huan stared at the gleaming blade and said, "Put the knife down!"

Xiao's expression seemed confused and stunned for a moment. Finally, he regained his human-like presence and said, "Young Master Meng?"

His expression was filled with surprise. "Weren't you determined to die? You even..."

Who wants to die?!!!

Meng Huan and Xiao stared at each other, eyes wide open. Xiao's expression became increasingly complex, and Meng Huan desperately said, "My body was given to me by my parents. I haven't even came back to them. How can I easily seek death?"

Xiao tried to interject, "But-"

Meng Huan interrupted him, "Enough with the 'buts.' Release me quickly."

"... " Xiao made a sound and cut the rope binding Meng Huan's wrists.

Meng Huan thought to himself, "Finally, I'm saved," and let out a deep breath. He carefully examined the surrounding environment to confirm whether he had really transmigrated into the book.

Who knew that just as he relaxed, Xiao suddenly knelt down again and sobbed, "Young Master, now that you've come to your senses and no longer wish to die, I am overjoyed. However, *sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob..."

Meng Huan's head started to ache. "Why are you crying?"

"Sob sob sob, sob sob sob sob Young Master's purity will be sulied in the hands of our lord..."

"..."

With one sentence, Meng Huan's recently relaxed mood tightened once again.

This is bad.

I really did transmigrate into the book.

Not only did he transmigrate, but he also quickly embarked on the path of following the plot like a donkey in a pave road.

His current identity, without a doubt, is that of a chamber male concubine about to be dominated.

As for the person about to dominate him, it is none other than the dominant male protagonist, Regent King Lin Bozhou, an outright treacherous minister from the 18+ novel he read last night.

He may appear handsome and indifferent, but he enjoys killing. During his eight years in power, he publicly executed more than a hundred ministers. Later, he even held the court hostage with three hundred thousand troops, fabricated false accusations, and exterminated ten clans, killing tens of thousands of people in one go! Covered in blood, he has a reputation for brutality that even frightens children at night!

He was sarcastically referred to by the courtiers as the "tyrant on his feet."

Anyone who doesn't comply with his wishes ends up dead.

Meng Huan felt his heart go cold. "What kind of insane lunatic is this?"

The courtyard was filled with people, their figures appearing dark under the moonlight. A steward dressed in a servant's attire knelt on the ground, repeatedly knocking his head, creating a "bang bang" sound.

"Lord, please spare my life! I made a mistake when I momentarily lost focus this afternoon, and Young Master Meng bumped into a pillar. It was my fault, my dereliction of duty. I beg for your mercy, I beg for your grace!" The servant's voice was filled with fear and desperation as he crawled forward, but he was mercilessly kicked away by a black boot emerging from the shadow of flowers.

A deep and heavy male voice spoke with a low tone, "You acknowledge your negligence, yet you do not accept punishment?"

The servant's face turned pale. "Lord..."

Before he could defend himself, two columns of armored soldiers emerged from behind and forcefully bent the steward's legs with clamps, then dragged him into the darkness, holding him under their armpits.

Following that, the sound of the steward's screams resembled that of a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah ah ah, spare me, Lord! Spare me, Lord!" The distorted voice of the steward echoed through the air.

Meng Huan felt a chill run down his spine.

The reputation of the standing tyrant was not unfounded.

Meng Huan had just thought about pretending as if nothing had happened, closing the door and entering the house, when the low voice echoed above his head, softly asking, "Who is it?"

It sent shivers down his spine, as if it could peel off his skin.

Meng Huan hadn't expected to come face to face with the Regent King so quickly. Stiffly turning his neck, he cautiously followed the shadow of the flowers and caught sight of a figure standing there.

The young man was tall, with his robes trailing to the ground. The inner garment was embroidered with dark golden patterns, and two exquisite coiled dragons adorned each shoulder. His waist was adorned with a belt, and his posture was as graceful as an orchid or jade tree. One hand was clasped in his sleeve, while the other casually twirled a string of white jade beads.

Each bead slipped through his fingers one by one. Although he had just scolded a servant, his fingertips showed no pause.

In the shadow, Meng Huan couldn't clearly see the man's facial features, but he vaguely felt that his nose was prominent, his lips thin, and his eyes covered by a thin layer of snowy-white gauze that extended beyond his ears and was fastened at the top of his head.

—Seeing this white veil, Meng Huan instantly understood. This was the Regent King, Lin Bhouzo.

A great villain, a treacherous conspirator.

Internally as cruel as a demon, externally as beautiful as a Buddhist disciple.

Xiao Xi's lips licked, and he asked, "Young... Young Master, are you still going to escape?"

Meng Huan looked at him coldly. "Shut up."

Lin Bhouzo stood there without making any movements. After the servant's desperate cries had ceased, he gently raised his hand.

Immediately, the soldiers put down their clubs and lifted up the steward, his back stained with blood.

Behind him, the courtier spoke, his voice laced with annoyance. "Unfortunate. You can't even keep an eye on a person and only know how to play Pai Gow (Poker) and Mahjong. I'll spare your wretched life this time, but if you offend again, the Lord won't show you mercy."

The steward, his voice filled with a sob, replied, "This servant understands, this servant understands. Thank you for your mercy, Lord."

"Get lost"

"Wasn't it said that you have a fierce temperament?"

Meng Huan: "......"

With just one sentence, Meng Huan felt a tightness in his scalp.

Oh no, I've messed up my character portrayal.

In the original book, Meng Huan was the only one who dared to confront the tyrannical Regent King head-on. Instead of being tortured, he was respected and treated with deference by the man.

The reason was not only because Meng Huan was extraordinarily intelligent and exceptionally handsome, but also because he had a noble temperament and despised Lin Bhouzo, the treacherous Regent King.

—Speak in a simpler manner, the Regent King likes clever and spirited individuals.

Meng Huan let out a slow breath.

For the sake of his own safety, it was time to adhere to the character of a noble and intelligent person.

In the eyes of the others, Meng Huan, who had been standing at the door in a daze, suddenly brightened his expression. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his fair complexion exuded a pensive air. Even his eyes narrowed.

Meng Huan had a fresh and handsome appearance, with gentle and warm eyebrows and eyes. The slightly slender corners of his eyes added a touch of mysterious beauty. Even when his face was solemn, it still carried a tinge of gloom.

Meng Huan propped his head up and scratched his hair.

Having an extraordinarily intelligent character was actually advantageous for him. After all, he had just finished reading this book a couple of days ago, and being familiar with the original plot was usually a transmigrator's greatest cheat.

Meng Huan scratched his hair again.

...A novel with 600,000 words, and he had forgotten most of it.

Meng Huan tried to recall his historical knowledge.

He had also forgotten most of that.

Meng Huan: "......"

"Crash—"

Meng Huan heard the sound of his meticulously constructed world of political intrigue collapsing in his completely blank mind.

Could he really embody the character of a supremely intelligent person?!

At the same time, a hurricane-like gust surged through Meng Huan's mind, accompanied by a cacophony of mechanical repetition, screaming for help: Save me! Save me! Save me!

"......"

The courtyard fell silent for a while. The wind rustled through the dense green branches, scattering the moonlight across the courtyard.

With a "thud," Lin Bhouzo stepped onto the steps and walked toward the front gate. He was exceptionally tall, and his back blocked out a portion of the moonlight, casting a shadow that almost enveloped Meng Huan, leaving him with little space in the shade.

As the shadow descended, it carried the warmth radiating from him.

Lin Bhouzo turned his head slightly and lowered his gaze. "What do you want to say?"

Meng Huan had been dazed for quite a while. His expression fluctuated between wanting to speak and stopping, anger, despair, and regret. Finally, he regained his composure and looked directly at the ruthless Regent King before him.

...Help.

Meng Huan was no longer as spirited and energized as he was when he first transmigrated. He had become numb, his heart like ashes, with only a small flicker of hope remaining—the instinct to survive.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and gave Lin Bhouzo a fresh smile as if nothing had happened moments ago.

"?"

Lin Bhouzo lightly clenched his teeth, his gaze intensifying.

Then, Meng Huan seemingly casually tugged at his clothes, revealing a glimpse of his delicate and slender figure beneath the fabric. His fair skin resembled porcelain, with a faint pinkish hue.

He cleared his throat. "My lord, are you not tired from attending court today?"

His voice was obviously seductive, but it carried a hint of awkwardness and stiffness.

He cleared his throat again and gently tugged at his sleeve. "...Shall I attend to your rest?"

"..."