"Host, 'Zhen' is how the emperor refers to himself... you..."
"Nonsense! When have I ever referred to myself as 'Zhen'?"
In the Golden Hall, the newly enthroned emperor was furious: "Bastards! Bastards! That rebel has actually reached the outskirts of the capital! What do you propose we do?"
A minister stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the capital still has the Imperial Guards and the Capital Defense. The city walls are strong—we can hold out until reinforcements arrive."
Another added, "Indeed, Your Majesty. The Red Sky Army from the south has already set out, and the White Horse Guard from the north is also on its way."
Yet another minister stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I suggest we immediately leave the capital and head south. The Red Sky Army and the White Horse Guard will take at least a month to reach the capital. Until then, we’ll face the full siege of the Northern Rebellion. It would be unwise to stay."
The emperor grew even angrier: "Are you suggesting I flee? Absurd! I am the Son of Heaven—why should I cower before that traitor Fang Zhiyi? Someone fetch my armor! I will personally defend the city walls!"
The court officials panicked and tried to dissuade him, but the emperor was resolute.
It wasn’t until Liu Guxia rushed into the hall again, wrapping her arms around the emperor from behind and murmuring for him not to leave her, that his expression softened. He let out a long sigh.
Back in the imperial chambers, the emperor suddenly embraced Liu Guxia and asked, "You said you’d write to that rebel. Did you?"
Liu Guxia nodded and produced a letter. As the emperor read it, his face darkened.
"You dare compare me to him?"
Liu Guxia quickly hugged him. "I just want you both to resolve this peacefully! I can’t bear to see so many innocent lives lost because of me!"
The emperor sighed and stroked her head. "You’re too kind-hearted."
"I have an idea," Liu Guxia suddenly said, lifting her head to meet his gaze with sparkling eyes. "Let’s invite him to meet us. We’ll talk things out, just the three of us. Please?"
The emperor hesitated but eventually nodded. Watching Liu Guxia hurry to fetch a brush, he clenched his fists.
"Guxia, I’ll deceive you just this once. Once Fang Zhiyi is dealt with, I’ll make it up to you tenfold!"
Meanwhile, in the rebel camp, Fang Zhiyi was far more composed.
"Huh? A letter for me?" He took the letter from his aide while still chewing on roasted meat. As he opened the envelope, a floral scent wafted out.
"Well, someone’s putting in effort," Fang Zhiyi remarked casually as he unfolded the letter.
"Brother Zhiyi, why are you doing this? Do you know how long I’ve waited in the capital for news of you, only to hear you’ve rebelled? But I refuse to believe it! My kind, loyal, patriotic Brother Zhiyi would never do such a thing!"
"You must have your reasons, right? I’ve already pleaded with His Majesty. He’s promised that if you withdraw your troops back to the northern border, he won’t hold you accountable. Both you and the emperor mean the world to me. I can’t bear to see you as enemies. Please, Brother Zhiyi, I’m still waiting for you—always waiting."
"At midnight tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you in the peach grove outside the eastern gate—the same one where you once listened to me recite poetry. I won’t leave until you come."
"Damn. Forget everything else—just this letter alone would’ve made the original owner wag his tail and rush over to wait all night, believe me?"
His system chimed in: "Host, I don’t quite understand."
"Of course you don’t. Characters like the original owner are hopelessly devoted—power and wealth mean nothing to them." Fang Zhiyi shoved the rest of his meat into his mouth. "And reciting poetry? Just stealing verses thanks to her transmigration status!"
Above the capital, the defenders remained still, as did the besieging Northern Army. An eerie silence settled over the city’s outskirts.
The following night, a woman in emerald-green robes wandered through the peach grove with a lantern, glancing around anxiously. Every so often, she turned to wave at the emperor in the distance.
Then came the sound of hoofbeats, followed by footsteps. Liu Guxia looked up eagerly. "Brother Zhiyi!" She ran toward him, arms outstretched for an embrace.
The movement made the emperor frown from afar. Fang Zhiyi, startled, sidestepped just in time to watch Liu Guxia tumble face-first onto the ground.
"Brother Zhiyi, why...?"
Fang Zhiyi studied her for a moment. "You actually came."
Seeing his beloved fall, the emperor lunged forward—only to be yanked back. "Your Majesty, no! Men, attack!"
Liu Guxia, still sprawled on the ground, was bewildered. As battle cries erupted around her, she looked around in confusion. "How could this be? He promised to save all three of us!"
Fang Zhiyi smirked. "At least this earns him a shred of respect—not a complete idiot." He clapped his hands.
The fighting intensified as another wave of soldiers joined the fray.
Liu Guxia sat up. "Brother Zhiyi, you brought men too? Why? Why couldn’t you both just talk this out calmly? You’re putting me in an impossible position! What am I supposed to—" Before she could finish, Fang Zhiyi struck her neck with the edge of his hand, knocking her unconscious.
"You’re too noisy." He craned his neck, locking eyes with the figure struggling against his guards. Even in the dark, Fang Zhiyi knew—that was the love-struck emperor.
"Let go! That traitor just knocked out Guxia! Release me!" The emperor thrashed violently.
The Imperial Guards held him back. "Your Majesty, you mustn’t! Retreat to the city—the rebels have reinforcements!"
Helpless, the emperor watched as the woman he loved was carried away.
"General, are you saying this woman can make the emperor surrender the city?" A military governor asked, skeptical.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "I’m ninety percent certain." The remaining ten percent? The emperor might want to surrender, only for his ministers to overthrow him first.
"Host, just as you predicted—Liu Guxia really can’t stop making everything about herself."
"Of course. She’s the female lead—drama is her default setting."
The next day, the emperor led his loyal Imperial Guards to open the city gates. The Capital Defense troops, prepared for a bloody last stand, were stunned. All it took was one letter and a hairpin from the rebels—and their emperor surrendered without a fight!
Fang Zhiyi swaggered into the capital with his army in tow. His hovering system struggled to process the situation. "This doesn’t make sense. That emperor, while ruthless, isn’t a fool. Why would he surrender?"
Fang Zhiyi shot it a glance. "You really don’t get it, do you? If there can be a fool like the original owner, why not an emperor who’d trade his throne for a woman?"
The system shook its barely visible head. "Your mission isn’t complete. What’s your next move? How will you claim the throne?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
