It is said that the Northern Warlord is temperamental and violent. The people who died in his hands were too many to count. In his previous life, An Chang Qing believed the rumors and feared him. Never daring to take a closer look at him. It was only until his death that he knew the man had given him all his tenderness.... more>>

Returning to their wedding night, An Chang Qing looked at the fearsome man and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.

The man had his brows creased. He pinched his chin gently, “Do you not fear me?”

An Chang Qing hugged the man’s neck and smiled sweetly, “I’m not afraid of you, I’m only afraid of pain.”

And the man had never wanted him to feel any pain. <<less

When he woke up from sleep, Ruan Shiqing, a weapon R&D engineer, became a wanderer on Junk Star.... more>>

Start with a cub, and the equipment depends on picking up.

Ruan Shiqing: …. OK.

Raising cubs is not easy, Ruan Shiqing picked up his old business and devoted himself to the great cause of garbage recycling and turning waste into treasure.

On the junk star B3024, a repair shop hidden in the corner is famous among the stars. It is said that as long as the starting price is given, there is no weapon that the shopkeeper cannot make.

The owner, Ruan Shiqing, who never could afford food and brought five cubs with him, became the richest man on the Interstellar Black List.

He packed up his luggage and carried the cubs into the spaceship cabin one by one, preparing to take the cubs to the capital star to see the world.

However, just after leaving the port, looking at the wanted notices posted everywhere, a question mark slowly appeared above Ruan Shiqing’s head: ?

How come the five interstellar pirates on this wanted list look like the cubs in his arms?

…things started to go wrong.​​

On the eve of the succession ceremony, Rong Heng was attacked, and his aircraft crashed on Junk Star B3024. He was seriously injured and nearly died, returning to the most humiliating childhood.

The infancy of the Yomir family: white fur, brown eyes, no horns, weak like a puppy.

In a desperate situation full of resentment, he picked him up from the dirty garbage heap with both hands, and said softly, “Whose puppy is it? Come home with me if no one wants it.”

If Rong Heng was able to, he would bite his wrist fiercely and tell him that the Yomir family was the most ancient and noble race in the entire universe.

But later, he became the emperor of the empire, but he was still willing to stay by his side in the weakest form, disguised as a little cub, just to monopolize the favor of the youth. <<less

In the 23rd year of the Longfeng reign, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace had been deposed for five years. Once a figure of otherworldly grace, he was banished to the imperial mausoleum, crushed under endless humiliation. That same year, the Emperor, blinded by the pursuit of immortality, let the West Bureau eunuchs seize power. At the helm was Xue Shu, the Chief Eunuch of the West Bureau-a man whose influence eclipsed the court, silencing opposition with a single wave of his hand.... more>>

Even the throne itself danced to his tune. Princes grovelled and schemed, desperate to curry favor, hoping he would elevate them to the imperial seat. But no one could've guessed that Xue Shu would one day retrieve the deposed Crown Prince from exile and personally help him ascend to the throne.

The once untouchable, iron-fisted eunuch, who held the empire in his grasp, willingly knelt at the feet of the resplendent new Emperor, offering himself as nothing more than a footstool.

On the eve of the enthronement ceremony, Yin Chengyu bathed and burned incense. The infamous Nine Thousand Years (Jiuqian Sui) cradled the imperial robes in his arms, personally dressing the future Emperor.

In the full-length bronze mirror, the scarlet-robed Chief Eunuch of the West Bureau wrapped his arms around the Emperor-to-be, lowering his head to breathe in his scent, his voice a husky whisper laced with a mocking smile: "Your Majesty has finally achieved your ambitions. Might you grant me the chance to fulfill mine?"

But it was all a dream.

Yin Chengyu woke, yanked from the memories of his past life. It was the 17th year of Longfeng. He was still the noble and untouchable Crown Prince. His mother's family had yet to be slaughtered, and he hadn't been confined to the mausoleum, isolated and helpless. There was still a chance to change his fate-by roping in that scheming eunuch and wagering everything on one final, desperate gamble.

Then he met Xue Shu again. <<less