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 sun had just set when Yan Zheyun woke up from a long nap. The hazy golden glow on the horizon washed over the gardens just outside the window of his study and as he sat up on the noble consort divan and stretched, a luxurious fur blanket slipped off his shoulders to pool about his waist.

"Has His Majesty returned?" he asked around a silent yawn. It was nearing dinner time. They had an unspoken agreement to take their meals together as much as they could and no matter how busy Liu Yao became, even in complicated situations like the one they were still facing, Liu Yao didn't allow himself to forget to eat with Yan Zheyun.

The blanket soon returned around Yan Zheyun's shoulders as Xiao De promptly bundled him up in it, playing the role of Head Eunuch of Aiyun Palace effortlessly.

"His Majesty's entourage is already on its way over. He sent word ahead so the kitchens have already commenced plating the food for serving."

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