Queeniecat

Yan Zheyun was born and bred to be a winner. His parents were on the Forbes’ List, he was the valedictorian of his graduating class at the top university in the country, and the icing on the cake was being voted ‘school grass’ four years in a row by his peers. And now, at just twenty-five, Yan Zheyun was the proud chairman and CEO of his very own tech company. 

But what should have been the happiest day of his life turned into the worst when he heard a strange robotic voice while crossing the road for coffee, just because he couldn’t wait for his secretary to return from the photocopying room. 

[BUG REPORT #193842347: OTHERWORLD SOUL DETECTED. INITIATING DEPORTATION SEQUENCE.] 

And then he died. In a very boring, very run-of-the-mill car accident. 

…except maybe he didn’t. 

The first thing Yan Zheyun thought after he opened his eyes and found himself in a bedroom that looked like the set of one of those inner palace dramas was: Wow, coffee wasn’t worth it.

The second thing he thought after he realised he was now in a historical BL novel and had transmigrated into the body of a tragic beauty who was (about to be) used and abused by his multiple lovers was: I must have opened my eyes with the wrong technique, let me try again…nope, still here. Well. F**k. 

From CEO to lowly slave, Yan Zheyun couldn’t believe his luck. Stuck in a foreign world and surrounded by crazy tops (respectively A.K.A ‘The Childhood Friend’, ‘The General’s Son’, ‘The Crown Prince’, ‘Some Other Prince’, ‘That Creepy Duke’ etc.), Yan Zheyun realised that his one day’s experience as CEO had not prepared him adequately for this new life of misery. 

But he wasn’t the sort to give up without a fight so…Yan Zheyun resolutely made up his mind to stay away from the terrifying romantic plot line, try and write himself a new political plot line, and while at it, hug some big thighs, curry some favour with the powerful.  

And in a dynastic monarchy, whose thighs would be a better choice for hugging than the emperor himself? 

Liu Yao: …This Sovereign permits you to hug other parts too. 

Pairing: 
- This-Sovereign-Looks-Stern-But-Is-Secretly-Kind!Emperor Top VS I-Look-Like-A-Rabbit-But-I’m-Secretly-A-Fox!Slave Bottom
- NOT harem, entire story is 1v1 
Warnings: 
- This novel deals with some heavy subject matter that arises as a result of slavery and a caste system. I have added trigger warnings where relevant but just a heads up, the scumbags are called scumbags for a reason! 

Updates: 21:00 GMT+8

Illustrated By: HAZHE

From CEO to Concubine

The days were growing longer. A golden sunset streamed in through the open window to fall upon the wooden chessboard that Yan Zheyun and Gracious Consort Yao were seated across from each other at. With just a glance, it was hard to say who was winning, but if one saw the way Yan Zheyun's jaw was tight, his eyes darting periodically to the floor, an unusual displeasure swimming in the depths of his doe-like eyes, it would be assumed that he was about to lose.

Nonsense. Even if he were, he could do so graciously. Quite unlike how he was feeling right now as he watched Hua Zhixuan mumble something in his sleep before turning to press his cheek against Gracious Consort Yao's thigh.

The Other Sister