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Wen Xing, a corporate slave working the “996” schedule (9 AM to 9 PM, 6 days a week), finally dropped dead from overwork. When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into the body of the last emperor of the State of Chen.
Wen Xing closed his eyes in peaceful serenity: Being an emperor is great. I’ll never have to work overtime to fix bugs again.
But as soon as he turned his head, a mountain of memorials lay before him. Classes at 4:00 AM, Morning Court at 6:00 AM, reviewing memorials at 9:00 AM, handling government affairs until late at night, 365 days a year with no days off.
Wen Xing: “……”
Let the world burn.
Having been given a second life, this former corporate slave only wants to “slack off.” Reviewing the history books, Wen Xing immediately set his sights on the future Great Villain who would eventually kill him and overthrow the dynasty: Ning Wujie.
From atop the high throne, the emperor slumped lazily in his dragon chair and pointed a finger at the seventeen-year-old youth: “From now on, you shall work overtime in my place.”
Ning Wujie: “?”
So, Ning Wujie attended the early morning classes, Ning Wujie listened to the Morning Court, and Ning Wujie reviewed the memorials. At night, he even had to transform into a human hot-water bottle to warm the bed for that lazy bum.
Looking at the “slack-off” Emperor who was spread out like a meat pancake while he himself worked until his eyes were bloodshot, Ning Wujie gritted his teeth: “You tyrant!”
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Xing calculated that it was about time for his kingdom to fall. He opened his eyes to check the reports, only to see: The seas are calm, and the rivers are clear (The world is at peace).
He turned his head again. The Great Villain, Ning Wujie, was still there, reviewing memorials with bloodshot eyes.
Wen Xing: “?”
I’m ready to retire. Why haven’t you taken the throne yet?
Thus, he decided to “manually fix” the Fall of the Dynasty bug.
On a rainy night deep within the palace, Wen Xing held up a cup of poisoned wine: “Kill me, and this land is yours.”
Ning Wujie’s eyes nearly split with rage as he spat out each word: “I don’t want it.”
Wen Xing: “No, you do.”
Then, he tilted his head back and drained the poison in one gulp.
That night, Ning Wujie went insane.
Wen Xing used a “death escape” to slip away, finding a place of beautiful scenery to live out his retirement in total relaxation. He had no idea that back in the distant Golden Throne Room, that youth with the bloodshot eyes had become a tyrant whose name made everyone tremble with fear.
Later, the Wen Family Villa welcomed an unexpected guest. The man exuded noble authority, but was filled with a terrifying, murderous aura.
Wen Xing, who was lying down soaking up the sun, turned his head and locked eyes with a pair of dark, frenzied, bloodshot eyes.
Wen Xing: “……”
I’m dead for sure.
Yet, a moment later, those red eyes welled up with a layer of mist, and tears began to fall, pitter-patter, to the ground.
Wen Xing: “???”
[The “Salted Fish” Seme-turned-Uke who just wants to slack off and run away after flirting] X [The “Red-eyed Crybaby” Seme who is a black-bellied tyrant in public but a softie in private]
Preview of Upcoming Novel: “Can I See Your Brain?”
(A cute, slightly silly daily life of two little lunatics)
Everyone says the newly appointed Judicial Commissioner, Shi Wuxie, is a madman. Not only does he kill without blinking, but he also loves to fiddle with corpses. The neighbors all know that the Judicial Office is filled with terrifying skeletons, and vengeful spirits wail every night.
Even worse, Shi Wuxie forcibly took the young master of the Chu family as his wife and drove him to death that very night! And then, this Commissioner was going to perform an autopsy himself absolutely heartless!
At midnight, the tip of Shi Wuxie’s scalpel pressed against the skull of the “dead” Young Master Chu, only to see the corpse suddenly open its eyes.
Shi Wuxie, assuming it was another hallucination of a reanimating corpse, said expressionlessly: “Lie down. Wait until I finish the autopsy, then I’ll help you seek justice.”
Chu Yunxi, a male university student majoring in anatomy who had just transmigrated: “I think I’m still alive. You could try to save me first.”
Later, the neighbors of the Judicial Office were horrified to discover that there wasn’t just one lunatic inside!
When Shi Wuxie digs up a pile of rotten flesh during an investigation:
Chu Yunxi: “So handsome. Want to bang.”
When Shi Wuxie eats his lunch right next to a corpse:
Chu Yunxi: “So cute. Want to bang.”
When Shi Wuxie puts a human skeleton on the bed to study it:
Chu Yunxi: “Amazing. Want to”
“Baby, you already have a husband. You can’t put ‘other people’ on the bed.”
Every day when Chu Yunxi opens his eyes, he sees Shi Wuxie holding a scalpel, eager to try: “Why were you able to come back to life? Can I see your brain?”
Chu Yunxi calmly gets out of bed and pushes the blade away: “Not today. Your husband isn’t dead yet.”
Later, Chu Yunxi really was about to die.
“Baby, your husband is dying. You can cut my brain now.” He collapsed, then looked up a moment later. “Wait until I’m totally dead before you cut, okay?”
He collapsed again, then looked up worriedly once more. “You must wait until I’m completely dead before you cut, okay?”
Chu Yunxi never opened his eyes again.
And Shi Wuxie no longer wanted to cut.
The neighbors said the Commissioner went even madder, sleeping while clutching a set of human bones every day for three years. A literal King of Hell!
Then, word came that the Emperor who drove Shi Wuxie’s wife to death had passed away. A new Emperor ascended the throne, and his first act was to visit the Judicial Office.
Clad in profound black imperial robes, the majestic Emperor stepped down from his carriage. He instantly retracted his murderous aura, replaced it with a warm smile, and said to the stunned Shi Wuxie:
“Baby, did you miss your husband?”
