Chapter 2#

I can’t let him ruin my brother, or ruin himself. I have to straighten him out.

I’m bent myself; how can I straighten someone else out?

So two years later, when the late Emperor died suddenly from “saddle wind” (died during sex), the Crown Prince was about to ascend the throne, and my brother was about to get married, he still liked him.

The fact that the new Emperor had a crush on my brother, I reckon besides himself, only I knew.

So when my brother reported his marriage and asked for leave in the imperial study, I reckon only I heard how gloomy his tone was when he granted permission.

I looked at my brother’s silly smile of happiness, and looked at the turbulent undercurrents beneath the new Emperor’s smile, and my balls hurt so much they were about to break.

Having been a study companion by the new Emperor’s side for seven years, I knew pretty well, if not completely clearly, how paranoid and ruthless this buddy was under his beautiful skin.

So unsurprisingly, on my brother’s wedding night, I waited for the new Emperor at the gate of the Prime Minister’s residence.

And the dozen or so imperial guards accompanying him.

This was clearly not the rhythm of teasing the newlyweds but snatching the groom.

If he really succeeded, it wouldn’t just be a matter of my brother, the eldest son of the Prime Minister, having his life’s happiness ruined. It’s not guaranteed that even this young Emperor’s throne would be stable.

I looked at his face, which had become more handsome over the seven years, gritted my teeth, and spoke the words of obstruction.

“I like Your Majesty. I also know who Your Majesty likes. I am willing to be his substitute and stay by Your Majesty’s side… A twisted melon is not sweet. Even if Your Majesty doesn’t think for him, you must think for the common people and this great country.”

I know offering myself as a pillow partner is particularly low, but if he weren’t coveting my brother’s ass, I wouldn’t have thought about sleeping with him, er, being slept with by him.

To be honest, my brother and I are from the same mother, and we do look somewhat alike.

Of course, I am the chain store mass-produced version, and he is the global VIP limited edition.

But when the limited edition might become damaged once you get your hands on it, buying a perfect mass-produced version is also a very good choice.

The new Emperor was also acting on impulse. Being blocked by me like this, his impulse subsided quite a bit.

Thinking about my father and brother’s reputation, thinking about the country and society, and probably thinking about the difference between the mass-produced and the limited edition, he nodded and accepted my proposal.

So, on the night of my brother’s wedding, I also had my wedding night.

But he was the “green blood washing the silver spear,” and I was the “wicker gate opening for the gentleman today.”

The one washing the silver spear with green blood was the one pressing on me.

Yeah, there was a bit of blood.

An impulsive young man with a big tool but bad skills deflowering someone’s back is simply a human tragedy.

But considering that someone hasn’t even done a woman, let alone a man, I forgive him.

Moreover, I am not the one he likes in his heart.

So he used the doggy style the whole time, making me kneel on the bed all night. The thick and long fleshy thing went in and out from behind; anyway, he just wouldn’t look at my face.

I felt a bit shortchanged.

Not to mention his technique was so terrible and he always thrust so deep and hard, and not to mention he kept calling my brother’s name which made me psychologically wilted. Sleeping with him should have the benefit of looking at his handsome face, but he didn’t even give me that. It was really a loss.

But being a substitute for my brother was originally a job of feeding a tiger with one’s body, so I couldn’t ask for too much.

Let’s ask for a little bit.

When the tool is big and the skills are rotten, can we not last that long?!

Doing it for so long with a substitute, who is also the younger brother of the real person… honestly, I don’t quite understand the feelings of you people in high positions.

Waking up the next day, I could see he was a bit awkward. After all, no matter what, I was the study companion who had followed him since he was in the Eastern Palace.

Sleeping with an old acquaintance is awkward in any era.

But after all, he was someone who had been the Crown Prince for sixteen years and had now ascended to the throne. The unnatural expression didn’t hang on his face for long before it disappeared without a trace.

“Jun’an, go back to your residence and rest. What happened last night…” His tone became heavier, “Treat what happened last night as if nothing happened.”

By the way, I forgot to tell you.

My brother is named Liu Junping, I am named Liu Jun’an. The person who slept with me last night is surnamed Chu, given name Ruiyuan, reign title Chenghe.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. Just remember it’s me, my brother, and Scum Emperor Chu.

Hearing Scum Emperor Chu say this, naturally, I couldn’t ask for more.

Originally, seeing how good-looking his face was, I actually had a small thought before going to bed last night that if we couldn’t be lovers, being friends with benefits would be fine.

But his technique was so rotten, and I couldn’t say it out loud to prick his self-esteem. He didn’t even let me see his face while doing it. When he came inside me for the second time last night, that little thought of mine died.

When I returned to the Prime Minister’s residence, I said I was too happy about my brother’s wedding and drank too much, so I muddledly went outside and slept for a night.

Seeing me so disheveled, my family didn’t think I had done anything bad outside, so they accepted my explanation without taking it seriously.

Only my new sister-in-law’s eyes flickered a bit when she saw me walking and sitting down carefully while I was offering tea to her as her brother-in-law.

My new sister-in-law is a year older than me. She has been ice-smart and meticulous since she was young.

If she hadn’t never recited a Tang or Song poem, or made soap or glass or something, I would really suspect she was also a transmigrator.

But no matter how ice-smart and meticulous she is, she couldn’t guess that I went out last night to take a fucking from the Emperor for her husband.

But I didn’t feel how great or pitiful I was.

I, a gay guy from modern times, being “couch casted” by a man is at most a few days of pain in the back. If my brother, a native ancient person, encountered this on his wedding night, I dare not think about what would happen afterwards.

I have eaten the Liu family’s food for so many years for free, achieving nothing in literature or martial arts but living a carefree and happy life, so I have to give something back.

Moreover, if it weren’t for a certain Mr. Chu’s terrible technique, I wouldn’t really be at a loss.

For the first three months of my brother’s marriage, everything was calm.

Chu Ruiyuan continued to be his Emperor as usual, Liu Junping continued to be his official as usual, and I continued to be my silk-pants son as usual.

Except that the Emperor never summoned me, his childhood playmate, into the palace again, everything was no different from before.

Unfortunately, in the fourth month of my brother’s marriage, my sister-in-law was diagnosed with a pregnancy pulse, and it was already about three months.

When the good news reached me, my eyelid twitched.

Sure enough, the next afternoon, a eunuch came to the Prime Minister’s residence with the Emperor’s oral edict to summon me into the palace.