General End
Ye Baishang awkwardly averted his gaze.
How could he possibly have such rebellious thoughts about the emperor?
Tang Xi was unaware of the inner turmoil of the child of fate. He took a sip of the tea that Nie Rong had served him to soothe his throat. “Minister Ye, I assume General Nie has already explained the situation to you on your way here. I only have one question for you now.”
His voice was soft and sweet, carrying a slight hoarseness—
As if he had been bullied too much.
Ye Baishang lowered his head, listening as the young emperor laid out his plan to eliminate the Prime Minister’s influence. Then, he was asked if he was willing to pledge his loyalty.
“I am willing.”
Tang Xi’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
The throne was secured. His mission to save the world was a success.
Nie Rong’s gaze lingered on the young emperor’s lips, glistening from the tea. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
The moment Ye Baishang stepped out, Nie Rong immediately leaned in close to the emperor’s sensitive ear.
“Your Majesty, I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you for a lifetime.”
Tang Xi glanced at him without reacting, but inwardly, he was already delighted.
His poop scooper was such a jealous man. He even had to compete with the protagonist shou over who could swear their loyalty more passionately.
As planned, Ye Baishang and Nie Rong’s faction pretended to have a major falling-out, creating the illusion of division. Just as expected, Shen Xing’s people couldn’t sit still—they saw an opportunity to reap the benefits from the conflict.
But the people’s support was firmly with General Nie. Even though half of the court officials had been replaced, the common folk merely sighed and continued with their daily lives. Those who, in the original storyline, would have been driven to rebellion due to famine had all received proper aid thanks to Ye Baishang’s earlier efforts.
Moreover, Shen Xing had fallen into Nie Rong’s hands from the very beginning due to his own greed. Without a leader, the remnants of his faction were disorganized and posed no real threat.
Soon, they were wiped out completely.
On the day everything concluded, Tang Xi sat on the dragon throne, throwing a fit in line with the original character’s temperament. He randomly appointed a few officials to replace the dismissed ministers.
It looked like the reckless whims of a tyrant, but in truth, every appointment had been calculated by the system to ensure they were both loyal and competent.
He nervously glanced at his poop scooper, afraid that his casual approach might have angered him—only to find that Nie Rong seemed lost in thought.
Nie Rong was distracted—distracted by thoughts of the young emperor.
He looked up at him, seated on the imposing dragon throne, clad in brilliant yellow robes. His delicate face was serious, trying to exude authority.
The throne was large and dignified, making the young emperor look even smaller in comparison.
His beautiful eyes burned with anger, enhancing the brightness of his face. It made one want to bully him—
To see how his expression would change if he were pressed down onto the throne. At first, he’d surely be furious, his cheeks flushed red, cursing in protest. But after being properly taught a lesson… his anger would melt into pitiful whimpers, soft and pleading for mercy.
Nie Rong’s breathing grew heavier.
Tang Xi: [1551, do you think my poop scooper is mad at me for being too carefree…?]
1551: [I can’t detect what the villain is thinking.]
[Oh, by the way, where’s General Huang?]
With so many new faces today, Tang Xi hadn’t noticed certain people were missing.
1551 hesitated before answering, [He’s at home, sick.]
It wasn’t a lie—General Huang was resting at home due to illness. But what 1551 didn’t mention was that it was Nie Rong who had reported him, leading to him being punished by family law, which resulted in his current condition.
Huang Fanpei had ultimately chosen the right side. He betrayed the villain but didn’t align himself with Shen Xing. Instead, he sided with Ye Baishang, the rising star.
However, word had spread that he, a military officer, had openly opposed Nie Rong. Even if he continued to lead troops in the future, his men would struggle to trust him.
After all, in this era, any soldier unwilling to serve under General Nie was considered unworthy. Nie Rong had been mythologized—his dominance in the military was unparalleled.
Tang Xi, oblivious to the system’s hesitation, simply nodded in understanding. [Oh, I see.]
He withdrew his gaze, ignoring the ministers’ astonished murmurs and walking off without a care.
The officials left behind were almost all loyal to the emperor. Their respect for him had clearly deepened. Even those who had just been promoted—despite how haphazard it seemed—were not met with resistance.
As always, Nie Rong did as he pleased. The moment the emperor left, he immediately followed.
An old minister couldn’t help but sigh, “I never realized General Nie and His Majesty were this close.”
Ye Baishang smiled slightly, swallowing the bitterness in his heart.
He only wanted to protect the young emperor and safeguard the stability of Da’an. Whoever His Majesty chose to be with was not something a mere subject like him could interfere with.
Even if, deep down, he felt a little unwilling.
Nie Rong caught up with the young emperor and followed him back to the palace chambers.
Tang Xi waved his hand unhappily. “Don’t follow me.”
“But I already belong to Your Majesty. If I don’t follow you, who else would I follow?”
Nie Rong’s voice carried a pitiful tone, but his expression was anything but—it was roguish and carefree.
He forcefully dismissed the other servants from the room.
This wasn’t the first time, and likely wouldn’t be the last. Eunuch De and the rest of the servants had already gotten used to Nie Rong’s commands. They also knew he wouldn’t harm His Majesty, so without waiting for Tang Xi to say anything, they all quietly exited in an orderly manner.
Tang Xi, unaware of Nie Rong’s actions, blushed and glared at him. “Since when did you become mine?”
Nie Rong’s expression suddenly changed. “Does Your Majesty intend to shirk responsibility?”
His intimidating face—one that could make children cry—now looked like that of an abandoned wife.
“That night, I clearly served Your Majesty well. Why are you pretending not to know me now?”
He deliberately lowered his voice, making it sound ambiguous.
Tang Xi stammered, “I-I’m not pretending…”
“Good, then Your Majesty must take responsibility for me,” Nie Rong cut in immediately, not giving him a chance to refute.
Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile.
Tang Xi frowned. “Who gave you permission to act so brazenly?”
“Of course, it was Your Majesty,” Nie Rong replied smoothly as he pulled open his robe and guided Tang Xi’s hand to his abdomen.
For such a tall and imposing man to act like a “temptress” was oddly amusing.
But Tang Xi wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the humor. The moment his fingers touched Nie Rong’s skin, he felt the searing warmth and instinctively wanted to pull away—only to freeze when he felt the firm, sculpted muscles beneath his palm.
Nie Rong’s physique was perfect—exactly the type the original character of this body loved the most.
Not only did Tang Xi not withdraw his hand, but he couldn’t help tracing over the muscles.
[1551, I’m about to break character! QAQ]
1551 replied solemnly: [No… Actually, you’re not.]
The original character of this body had fair skin and delicate features, but he secretly envied muscular men, to the point of deep insecurity. He avoided close contact with others because of this.
His love for muscles was masked by resentment, but deep down, it had always been admiration. The original character had just buried it so well that no one ever realized his true preference.
Since Tang Xi had inherited the original character’s habits and memories, he hadn’t realized it either—until Nie Rong awakened that hidden desire.
The longer something is suppressed, the more extreme it becomes when it finally surfaces.
Tang Xi had no intention of pulling his hand away. Before he could even ask the system why this was happening, Nie Rong suddenly grabbed his chin.
Noticing Tang Xi’s distraction, Nie Rong leaned down and licked his lips, his breath ragged as he whispered, “Does Your Majesty like it?”
Tang Xi then realized—his brief touch had provoked a reaction from Nie Rong.
Without acknowledging what had just happened, Nie Rong licked him again. Tang Xi reached out with his free hand and pushed him away, his voice soft but scolding, “You like licking people so much—are you a dog?”
Instead of feeling ashamed, Nie Rong chuckled. “I’m Your Majesty’s loyal dog.”
His shamelessness made Tang Xi even more flustered. He wanted to escape, but with Nie Rong holding his chin, he had nowhere to retreat.
“Do you like it?” Nie Rong pressed further. “Your Majesty must like it a lot. That night, you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
It was then that Nie Rong had realized the young emperor was particularly fond of touching his muscles. That was why he felt so confident now.
“I-I don’t remember. I was drugged that night…” Tang Xi’s eyes welled up with tears, his lashes damp from being bullied to the brink of crying.
Nie Rong guided his hand lower and let out a soft sigh. “Then try again while you’re sober… See if you really like it or not.”
Before Tang Xi could protest, his lips were sealed by a kiss, leaving him no chance to even voice his anger.
. . . . .
Another spring had arrived.
It had been five years since His Majesty and General Nie got together—by now, the entire court knew about it.
Tang Xi had originally wanted to keep it a secret, but Nie Rong was like a dog showing off a stolen bone, eager for everyone to know.
No matter how much Tang Xi scolded or even hit him, Nie Rong remained completely unfazed—his skin was thick enough to withstand anything.
Besides, he had become so skilled at taking care of the young emperor that Tang Xi could no longer do without him.
At first, everyone worried that General Nie might grow frustrated with the emperor’s delicate and pampered nature. In reality, however, the opposite happened—Tang Xi became even more spoiled under Nie Rong’s care.
Even Eunuch De felt ashamed of himself in comparison.
Sometimes, if the young emperor so much as set foot on the cold floor barefoot, Nie Rong would immediately scoop him up and put white silk socks on his fair feet. He wished he could carry Tang Xi everywhere. Even the prized fish in the imperial garden—worth a fortune—were caught and grilled in the dead of winter just to satisfy the emperor’s cravings.
Nie Rong’s decisiveness wasn’t just limited to the battlefield—he handled the imperial harem just as effectively. Every concubine was sent away, each receiving generous gifts of gold, silver, and jewels.
Tang Xi only put up a token resistance to this, scolding Nie Rong for appearance’s sake. But in the end, he was pinned to the dragon throne and reduced to tears under Nie Rong’s relentless teasing.
Under Nie Rong and Ye Baishang’s governance, the Da’an Kingdom flourished. With Tang Xi occasionally offering strategic advice—carefully staying within the bounds of his role—the empire prospered even beyond what was originally fated.
The young emperor gradually won the hearts of the people, and ballads sung in the streets praised him as a wise and virtuous ruler.
His relationship with Nie Rong only grew stronger. The little tyrant’s occasional temper tantrums became a natural part of their dynamic.
After all, in the end, Nie Rong always settled things with him in bed.
Everything was smooth sailing—except for the times Nie Rong had to leave for war.
The last war left him with a nearly twenty-centimeter-long gash across his abdomen.
He didn’t make a sound when the military doctor cut away the damaged flesh, but the moment he saw Tang Xi crying in worry, he panicked.
After that, they began planning their departure.
They adopted a bright and capable child who was distantly related to the royal family and raised him with care. Once the boy came of age, they handed the throne to him and left.
Faking their deaths, they vanished into the mountains, living out their days in seclusion, hidden amidst the lush greenery.
Though the ministers and citizens were heartbroken at first, they gradually came to accept reality.
Tang Xi’s quality of life didn’t decline after leaving the palace. He was still pampered by Nie Rong, just as before.
Then, one cold night, as they held each other close, 1551 suddenly informed him that the mission was complete.
Tang Xi nodded calmly.
But he didn’t choose to leave early—he stayed, and the two of them spent the rest of their lives together.
. . . . .
“Mm… so cold.”
This time, the opening was particularly frigid. Even before opening his eyes, Tang Xi was already shivering from the cold.
He blinked slowly, and the moment he took in his surroundings, he was so startled that he instinctively transformed back into a little cat.
[1551, where am I?! QAQ]
1551’s voice was cheerful: [A haunted house!]
Author’s Note:
The next world features a cold and aloof exorcist and the mischievous ghost cat he tames~
It won’t be scary! Or maybe just the tiniest bit. Just a teeny, teeny, teeny bit.
I should be goin to sleep now but the new arc…I can’t help it I’m sorry tomorrow me
Another great arc! I will miss TX as a spoiled emperor and his shameless possessive general ml ❤️