MTL - The Star Light Shines When He Came - Chapter 14 Who has pity for the red fragrance?

This novel is about the young master of the Du clan, Du Shaofu, who was born with crippled veins and is unable to cultivate martial arts . After finding out about his situation from the clan while returning home he got hit by a lightning and a mysterious ‘first scripture’ appears and after studying for ten years he was able to mend his crippled veins together and starts his journey to glory.

Traversing directly into the bridal chamber, the object turned out to be a princess!
A woman disguised as a man? The crime of bullying!
To be nice to the princess, but not to have too much contact with the princess?
You can’t be indifferent to the princess, and you have to keep a distance from the princess?
So, Tang Yunian spent every day like this…
daytime:
“His Royal Highness, the cakes made by my husband, would you like to try them?”
“Princess, this is the jade bracelet that my husband just bought today. Does the princess like it?”
“Princess, you like this flower, and I will plant a full garden for you!”
“…”
night:
“His Royal Highness, my husband is busy with official business today, so I can’t accompany the princess.”
“His Royal Highness, the husband is taking care of the mother today, so I can’t accompany the princess.”
“Princess, my husband is not feeling well today, so I won’t accompany the princess.”
“…”
One day and night it was dark and windy, and Tang Yunian started a familiar beginning again, “Your Highness Princess, for the husband…”
Her Royal Highness looked at her with burning eyes.
Swallowing his saliva and taking a deep breath, Tang Yunian told himself that beauty is important, life is more important, “For my husband…”
“Consort, do you have a hidden illness?” the princess asked.
I am not, I am not!
The princess pressed step by step, smiling brightly, “Actually, it doesn’t matter…”
“what?”
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1. The princess attacked and the concubine received.
2. 1v1, sweet text, overhead, daily cookie.
3. Soft, docile and beautiful little white rabbit (crossed out, big fog) attack, only beauty is true vs. I want to be a salted fish and enjoy life but it is not good
4. The concubine is committed to covering the vest to save his life, but he doesn’t know the sad story that the vest has already fallen off. Women’s clothing will be restored later.

Content tags: court marquis, travel through time and space, sweet text, disguise as a man, host
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- Description from novelbuddy

Burdened by the crushing debt of his parents, Lex never imagined a life beyond endless work and grief. But fate had other plans.One fateful day, an accident ends his mundane existence—only to thrust him into a world of fantasy. Reincarnated as a side character doomed to fail, Lex now inhabits the body of a so-called teacher—a fraud with no real skills, destined for disgrace.Standing at a crossroads, he faces a choice: follow the canon and flee from his inevitable downfall, or defy fate and carve his own path.Just as he considers running… a voice calls out.[Need some help?]Grasping the talent that his predecessor never realized he had, Adrian decided to defy his fate and become a true Runesmith.However, he never expected that once he would start on the path of becoming a Runesmith, he would start gaining so many connections.[Ding!][Cross-dimension group chat has been activated!][Hero of World Nebula: Old man, when can I get my sword done?][The untamed witch: When will you help me with my staff?][The obsessed one: Darling, when will you do me-I mean, when will you do something about my blades?]....what the heck is all this?°°°°°°°°°A/N:- Read the first few chapters, before deciding to drop it.English won't be perfect, but it will be readable.Additional tags: Cross-world group chat, possessive characters, sudden strength gain, overpowered MC, broken engagement.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.