The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 35.1

After a prolonged period of intense vertigo, Song Mingjiao opened his eyes once more to find himself within a void space.

“What? Has your system’s transmission function malfunctioned?”

Song Mingjiao bent over, clutching his stomach. When he was kicked out of the previous small world, he knew he was being squeezed out in the form of a game logout. However, unlike a typical game where there is no physical sensation or burden, Song Mingjiao could feel his body being cut and reorganized by those lines and blocks. To this moment, every inch of his skin prickled with a dense pain, forcing him to crouch down.

His slender, fair arms trembled uncontrollably, and his body curled up like a fluffy cat licking its wounds.

After detaching from the world, the System seemed to have found its home turf again, tirelessly attempting to brainwash Song Mingjiao.

Host, I believe you have already felt the price of a collapsing world. I hope you can complete the tasks of the next world earnestly.

Song Mingjiao chuckled, forcing his body to stand up from the void. His calves trembled unnaturally as he rose, but he ignored it, brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes, and said with a smile:

“Sure, System, no problem. I’ll certainly learn my lesson. Quickly send me to the next world.”

The System knew Song Mingjiao was being perfunctory, but its data could only read surface-level content and could not perform a deep analysis of the host’s inner thoughts. Reluctantly, it opened the world portal.

Transmission to the second world in progress Data collection complete!

Ding—Given the special nature of this world, a necessary modification of the host’s image is being performed… Modification complete!

Please earnestly complete the “Inferiority Complex” persona task. The System strives to serve you. World Two successfully opened!

The process of entering the next world was much smoother and easier than the detachment from the previous one. It seemed the System was using this method to tell Song Mingjiao: do not cross the System, or it will end in pain; but if you follow the tasks, you can enter worlds completely painlessly.

Song Mingjiao closed his eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The piercing white light appeared before him once more. When the light dissipated, he smelled a faint fragrance one that did not belong to any scent from his original era. If he had to describe it, it was closest to the scent of ambergris.

Song Mingjiao struggled to open his eyes and indeed saw an ancient, carved canopy bed and the curtains hanging beside it.

It was an ancient world.

Song Mingjiao’s interest was piqued. He could even ignore the discomfort the System had just caused him.

The ancient era—how fun.

Whether it was the era Song Mingjiao originally lived in or the world of the novice task, they were both similar to modern times. Ancient scenes were limited to the costumes and props of TV dramas and movies. But this time, he could actually experience an ancient world for himself. He didn’t care what the System’s true purpose was in choosing this world, but it met his requirements perfectly and piqued his interest.

What a win!

He wondered what his identity would be this time. Given the decorations on the bed which would be priceless antiques in the modern world he was likely a high-ranking figure of importance.

While Song Mingjiao was observing his surroundings, the System arrived late to transmit the background information and main tasks of this world. Another massive influx of information was forced into his head, but having experience now, he opened his sea of consciousness in advance and no longer felt the discomfort he had in the first world.

Host, please take note. Your identity in this world is the Emperor of the Great Liang Dynasty. The target lead is the newly appointed Zhuangyuan (top scholar of the imperial exam). As before, the requirements are the same: you need to maintain an inferiority complex persona in front of him.

Song Mingjiao first heard the word “Emperor.” He lowered his gaze and saw the bright yellow sleeping robes he was wearing.

His lips curled into a genuine smile. “Emperor? Not bad. This identity is great! I like high-status roles where I can play freely.”

To say Song Mingjiao had the pampered mindset of a young master was certainly not an understatement.

However, the System followed up with those two words that disgusted him: “Inferiority Complex.”

Song Mingjiao tilted his head and asked with equal sincerity, “Has your System really not made a mistake? Why would an Emperor need to feel inferior?”

“In the dramas I watched before, weren’t Emperors people who commanded millions of deaths and laid waste to thousands of miles? Weren’t they the ones who said, ‘I shall exterminate your entire clan’?”

As Song Mingjiao moved, his long hair fell forward. While asking, he reached out and twirled a strand of his smooth, long hair around his finger, playing with it.

Well, he originally had short hair; coming to an ancient world, he could enjoy having long hair. Moreover, with the status of Emperor, he wouldn’t have to bother taking care of this thick, supple hair himself.

Song Mingjiao felt even more that this world was going to be fun!

His expression was very sincere. Had the System not witnessed his ability to lie through his teeth in the previous world, it might have failed to detect the sarcasm in his words. But the System had also upgraded this time and had come prepared.

Please note, Host. The Emperor persona you need to play is not a ‘Dragon Aotian’ (overpowered) Emperor, but a pitiful puppet Emperor!

Ah, so even with the rank of Emperor, he was just a puppet with no real power, all to highlight the brilliance of the original male lead. Just as expected.

You have no great ambitions and lack ability. You sat on the throne purely by luck. But even as Emperor, your younger brother is hungrily eyeing your throne. In the court, whether it is the Prime Minister or the General, everyone is an extraordinary talent. Why would they submit to your governance?

Furthermore, Host, this is not a showbiz circle where you can squander resources at will. Foreign enemies are constantly lurking. Without the assistance of a ‘Dragon Aotian’ like the male lead, you might be picked clean by court officials and foreign enemies alike. You need to rely on the male lead, so it is quite logical for you to feel inferior because of this, right?

As for the male lead: he was originally a bright and noble youth with a great future. Yet, you developed feelings for him and, unable to obtain his love, you used your imperial power to coerce him into becoming your personal aide.

The male lead is the Zhuangyuan. He has a bright future and could have relied on his own abilities to be praised by the world. Yet, because of your selfishness, he is at risk of becoming a laughingstock as a sycophant.

Therefore, you feel indebted to him, acting submissively and wishing you could hand him everything you own. It is perfectly logical to feel inferior, bitter, and perpetually anxious that the male lead will one day leave you, isn’t it?

Song Mingjiao listened perfunctorily and clapped his hands. “Bravo, System. You’ve actually learned how to justify your own logic! Though it’s still complete nonsense.”

Host! Do not refuse a kindness only to be forced! Do you remember the pain of detaching from the last world? In this world, as long as you maintain the inferiority persona, the male lead will naturally rise to the top under the influence of the plot, which will also ensure you remain on the throne indefinitely. You don’t need to put in any effort is that not enough?

“Is the male lead assisting me to rise to the top? Or am I using my imperial status and power to support him and fulfill his path to becoming a ‘Dragon Aotian’?”

The System’s sophistry was ruthlessly exposed by Song Mingjiao. It continued trying to persuade him to pull the main plot back on track, but he waved his hand dismissively.

“Enough. I have my own discretion. You may withdraw.”

The System’s only remaining use was providing background, persona details, and the general situation of the world. Now that Song Mingjiao had clarified these things, he had no intention of letting the System stay and annoy him.

He adapted to the persona quickly or rather, he immediately began issuing orders condescendingly, driving the System away.

“Someone, come.”

The palace maids and eunuchs waiting outside had long heard movement in the bedchamber. Knowing the Emperor was about to rise, they had been waiting in trepidation for his orders.

“Eh, Your Majesty, you are awake?”

Eunuch Zhao was the head eunuch for the Emperor. He now gently pulled back the bed curtains, preventing the harsh light from irritating the Emperor.

A pair of hands gently pushed aside the curtains—hands possessed of exquisite structure and skin. The fingertips were like scallion roots, slender and long; the skin was ivory-white and smooth, without a single callus, clearly the result of long-term indulgence and luxury.

From just a pair of hands, one could glimpse how peerless the person behind the curtains must be.

Eunuch Zhao had always known that his Majesty, though only twenty years old and at the pinnacle of power, was young and exceedingly beautiful. However, seeing the Emperor this morning, although he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed, he felt a sense of “life” emanating from him that hadn’t been there before.

Even dressed in bright yellow sleeping robes, his Majesty’s radiant complexion could not be hidden; if anything, the color only served to highlight his snow-like skin.

His hair reached his waist, jet-black and smooth; his face was like congealed fat, like a person stepping out of an ink wash painting. His lips were a deep red, adding a touch of vitality. When he wasn’t smiling, his features were extremely cold, possessing an air that brooked no offense. But when those watery eyes curved into a smile, his entire face became clear and gentle.

Eunuch Zhao was momentarily dazed, but he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Song Mingjiao. Fortunately, the Emperor did not take offense at his lapse.

“What day is it today?”

Song Mingjiao hadn’t looked too closely at the plot sent by the System. Fortunately, as Emperor, he could delegate everything to the maids and eunuchs, and there were plenty of people eager to curry favor.

“Today is the day of the Qionglin Banquet, Your Majesty. Have you forgotten? Yesterday, you even summoned the Zhuangyuan, and he is currently waiting outside the hall.”

Eunuch Zhao, along with several young maids and eunuchs, was busy bustling about to dress Song Mingjiao in his dragon robes, tie his hair, and apply lip balm. He answered Song Mingjiao’s question in a soft, cautious voice.

The Zhuangyuan? Wasn’t that the male lead of the plot?

“There seems to be such a person. What is his name?”

“He is called Shang Nanxuan.”

“Your Majesty said yesterday that you would go to the Qionglin Banquet with Master Shang this morning to help him open doors in officialdom.”

Eunuch Zhao cautiously glanced at Song Mingjiao’s expression.

He didn’t understand. Clearly, some time ago, the Emperor had been extremely attentive to Shang Nanxuan, even meeting him privately multiple times and having the Imperial Academy prepare items usually reserved for “certain occasions.”

Eunuch Zhao had served two emperors and was now a cycle older than Song Mingjiao. He had seen all kinds of dark dealings in the imperial family. According to his experience, Shang Nanxuan was logically about to become the Emperor’s “inner guest” (lover).

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