Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

Translator – Xiao He Lian

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Chapter 1

Wen Chi opened his eyes and was greeted by layers of white curtains and bed frames made of sandalwood loomed behind the curtains. 

He turned his head and in front of him was the antique bedroom. 

Wen Chi was stunned for a moment until all the little sleep left in his mind dissipated.
He couldn’t react — he fell asleep and he was still in this ghost place.

It was unfortunate to say that Wen Chi was originally a Beipiao1Beipiao or northern drifter refers to a group of people who come from other places to Beijing, the capital of the People’s Republic of China, to make a living, but do not have a Beijing hukou.
Because such people rarely have a fixed residence in the early days of their arrival in Beijing, and they move around, giving people the feeling of being erratic, hence the name living in the twenty first century.
After graduation, he stepped into the screenwriting industry.
Unfortunately, his graduation time was short and had little experience so he had to work hard for others.

A while ago, his master took over the job of adapting a novel to a drama.
The master was busy with work, so he asked him to read the original work of the drama and try to adapt it.

Wen Chi, who finally waited for this opportunity, naturally had to show full enthusiasm.
So he spent two days and two nights reading the original work three times.

When he watched it for the third time, it was six o’clock in the morning and the sky outside the window was still light blue but it was twilight in the horizon. 

Wen Chi’s mouth was dry, he stood up and stretched, then picked up the cup and prepared to go to the kitchen to get some water.

As a result, as soon as he took the second step, he felt dizzy.

It all happened so fast that he didn’t have time to react.

A second before the darkness completely fell, he heard the muffled sound of his head hitting the wall after he fell, accompanied by intense pain and he lost consciousness. 

When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into a book. 

Into the danmei2BL novel that he read three times for two days and two nights

Wen Chi closed his eyes and collapsed like a salted fish for another half an hour, when he heard a creaking sound of the door being pushed open.

 “Second Young Master, are you up yet?” The maid in the house came in with a water basin and lightly placed the water basin on the wooden frame in front of the bed, “Second Young Master, it’s time to get up for breakfast.”

Wen Chi didn’t move and asked: “Has my father left?”

Chen momo3Wet nurse replied:  “Master has gone to court.”

 Wen Chi gave an expressionless oh, turned over and covered his face, sighing in despair: “What should come will still come.”

“Second Young Master, what are you talking about? The old slave doesn’t understand.” Chen momo was confused, “Is there someone who wants to come to the house as a guest?”

Wen Chi rolled over and got up, turning his head to look at Chen momo : “It’s nothing, you go and do your work.”

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Chen momo felt weird, thinking that the second young master for the past two days was really weird, but thinking is one thing, she did not dare to say it out and quietly retreated.

Wen Chi dawdled and got out of bed.
Ancient people’s clothes were complicated, with three layers inside and three layers outside.
Wen Chi took a lot of effort to put them on and finally tied the belt crookedly.

After he finished washing, he walked out of the bedroom and saw the breakfast that Chen momo brought on the table – pancakes cut into small pieces and white porridge, as simple as yesterday morning.

After breakfast, Wen Chi had nothing to do, so he went back to bed with his clothes and rested.

Before long, he gradually fell asleep.

Don’t know how long he slept, but later Wen Chi was awakened by Chen momo. 

He opened his sleepy eyes and saw Chen momo standing at the head of his bed, clasping her hands, looking a little worried.

 “Second Young Master.”

 “Huh?”

“Master has returned from the court.”

Wen Chi froze, the sleepiness in his eyes vanished without a trace in an instant and he sat up from the bed in a flash: “Father is looking for me?”

“ Yes.” Chen momo said, “Master wants you to go to the study.”

Wen Chi lived in Beiyuan, the most remote location in the mansion, which was also the courtyard where the original owner’s mother lived before she died.

The original owner’s mother was the only daughter of a small county magistrate before her death.
She married the Minister of Rites, Wen Changqing as a concubine.
Later, the small county magistrate was executed for the crime of embezzlement.
The original owner’s mother was also implicated and no longer favored by Wen Changqing.
Even when she suicided by hanging, she did not get a look from Wen Changqing.

The poor original owner grew up in an environment without a father or mother.  He was born out of a concubine and was not favored and trampled by the servants. 

In the end it is not only his poor life experience, he is still a cannon fodder in the novel and he was born as a stepping stone for the protagonist…

Wen Chi thought of the ending of the original protagonist in the novel and suddenly had a headache.

According to the original owner’s memory, he walked through the winding path and took a stick of incense4half an hour before he came to the outside of Wen Changqing’s study.

He knocked on the door: “Father, were you looking for me?”

After he finished speaking, a steady voice came from inside: “Come in.”

Wen Chi pushed open the door, and the first person to see was Wen Changqing sitting behind the huge wooden table.
This Minister of Rites is the same as the description in the novel – in his thirties, with a national face, upright facial features, and a 八 character mustache on his mouth, he looked like a serious person.

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Wen Chi just glanced at him, then lowered his head quickly, walked to the wooden table and stood upright.

He stared at his toes in a daze.     

“I heard that you were ill.”

Wen Changqing put down the book in his hand, frowned and looked at the second son whom he had not seen for a long time.
With a little more concern in his cold words he asked, “Are you better?”

It was the original owner, not Wen Chi.

But that was a few days ago and the original owner had long since passed away.

Wen Chi said obediently: “I’m better, thank you for your concern.”

Wen Changqing nodded, as if recalling something, his serious expres