Buddha Does Not Save the Mad

The most powerful eunuch of Dayong is dead.

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Tan Yun schemed and clawed his way up—from a nameless stray who got beaten for eating leftover noodles to the emperor’s trusted minister, hailed by all as “Lord Nine Thousand.”

On that fateful day, he sat high upon the lotus dais, gazing down at a forsaken prince of the cold palace—bullied, resilient, enduring in silence. With a flick of his sleeve, he rescued him and lifted him onto the ladder of success. Never did he expect that the kitten he saved was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing—one that would turn and tear him bloody.

Raising a wolf only to court disaster, Tan Yun was consumed by bitterness and resentment. He chose to drink poison and end his own life—only to witness a bizarre scene after his death:

Someone strode through blood, struck down the emperor with a blade, and set the lotus dais ablaze—yet gently wiped the poisoned blood from Tan Yun’s lips, held his body close, and sat down to turn to ash alongside him. Both ruthless and tender—utterly mad.

But no matter how hard Tan Yun tried, he could not see the face beneath that hood. The only thing he could make out was a blood-red ring on the man’s left index finger—something Tan Yun had once tossed aside without a second thought, yet this person had treasured it for ten whole years.

—Where on earth did this wild peach blossom come from?

Tan Yun was stunned and moved—only to open his eyes and find himself reborn.

So, once again, he began scheming for power—and, along the way, searching for that mysterious “wild peach blossom.”

Unfortunately, the clues were too few, the ocean too vast, and the peach blossom refused to cooperate.

Tan Yun: Hide all you want—who could ever outrun you? (Gradually giving up.)

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The heir of the Prince of Qin’s manor was a dissolute, reckless mad dog. With a rap sheet of bloody “honors”—street killings, patricide before the emperor, setting fire to entertain imperial consorts—he was voted the number one cancer among the imperial bloodline.

Everyone hated and despised him—yet feared and dreaded him just as much.

One day, after downing some drugs, the heir flew into a psychotic rage and resolved to add a fresh page to his “honor roll”: the crime of fratricide. The emperor was alarmed and furious. Tan Yun, following his past life’s example of serving his sovereign, braved the risk of being tortured to death by the demon lord and left the palace to intervene.

In his previous life, separated by a folding screen, Tan Yun had made a life-or-death wager with the heir—best of three rounds—and won, successfully saving the day. All he remembered was the heir’s voice, cool as jade, and his obscured, unreadable gaze.

In this life—still behind a screen, still a single wager—Tan Yun lost all three rounds. And lost himself in the bargain.

The screen toppled. Nuptial scrolls fluttered down. Behind them sat a man in blazing red robes, features ravishingly beautiful, with a blood-red jade ring on his finger. He handed Tan Yun a mandarin-duck goblet filled with poisoned wine, extending a fervent invitation:

“You and I—let us drink together, and descend together to the Yellow Springs.”

Tan Yun: ?

Wild peach blossom, your obsession with dying alongside me is far too rude.

And also… you look exactly like a certain perverted madman I know.

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【Bodhisattva face, scorpion heart; a pure-hearted, street-food-loving eunuch beauty (bottom). Versus a surface-level dissolute heir who’s actually a miserable, secret admirer—a part-time psycho obsessed with dying together with his love, yet can never quite bear to let go (top).】

Tags: Yaoi, Historical, Minister, Royal family, Rebirth

Raw Title: 我佛不渡癫公

Author︰仰玩玄度