"You've come at the perfect time... I can't stand sitting in this wretched position for another day. From now on, you take the throne. I'll abdicate to you, how about it?" Fang Zhiyi's face was full of relief.
Teng Shuchang was somewhat dumbfounded. Wait, why did the person in front of him seem to despise the position of Emperor? Could it be a trap? But after observing carefully for a moment, he couldn't detect any hidden agenda in Fang Zhiyi; instead, his face was full of utter sincerity.
"Well, uh, I, I'm just a military commander. As for the position of Emperor..." Teng Shuchang glanced at the lofty dragon throne. "That is for our King to decide."
"Oh? Great, hurry, hurry up and let him decide." Fang Zhiyi seemed impatient to throw the position away, even making a move to take off his dragon robe. "Do you want to try it on?"
"No, no, no, respected Emperor, please don't rush. The news of our capturing your city has already been sent back. There will be a reply within a month." Teng Shuchang felt inexplicably embarrassed.
The eunuchs standing behind watched this scene with extremely ugly expressions, and Dexiang's eyes were filled with shame and indignation.
"Um, everyone retreat outside. Don't startle the Emperor," Teng Shuchang ordered after a moment of thought.
"Great General, just let me know if you need anything. It's all easy to arrange. My words still carry weight around here!" Fang Zhiyi patted his chest, acting very much like a street-smart gangster.
The script Teng Shuchang had originally prepared was completely turned to mush by this interruption. "Yes, yes, yes, bursting in directly like this is truly quite embarrassing..."
"We're practically brothers! Don't mention it. From now on, you can come here whenever you want! Come anytime!"
"Alright!" Teng Shuchang looked at Fang Zhiyi and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. To think the Li Kingdom had such an accommodating emperor?
The army retreated from the imperial palace. Teng Shuchang stayed up overnight writing a letter for his subordinates to send back. When he came, he had already received instructions from his own King. The letter explicitly stated that Fang Zhiyi's life should be spared. But given the current situation...
"General, why won't you let us loot the palace?" a subordinate asked.
Teng Shuchang stroked his beard. "If he had been uncooperative, let alone looting, we would have just slaughtered the palace servants right in front of him. But... he was actually so cooperative..."
"He's just afraid of dying!" the subordinate pointed out bluntly.
"Whether he's afraid of dying or not, remember the King's orders. If the Emperor is disobedient, we make an example out of him. But if he is obedient, for the sake of our future grand plans, we must maintain the necessary etiquette." Teng Shuchang glanced at his subordinate. "After all, even if he has fallen into our hands, he is still an Emperor. Send someone to keep a close eye on him!"
"Yes, sir!"
At this moment, Fang Zhiyi was leisurely reclining in his chair, humming a little tune, his face full of contentment.
The head eunuch, Dexiang, stood beside him. After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly knelt down. "It is all this old servant's fault! If this old servant had been more capable, His Majesty wouldn't have had to compromise and suffer such humiliation facing the rebel army!"
Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes, glanced at him, and laughed. "What compromise and humiliation? Isn't this great? Dexiang, you've been in the palace for so long, it's not like you don't know. Being an emperor is good and all, but it's exhausting."
"Exhausting?" Dexiang was a bit confused.
"Is it not? Sleeping late and waking up early. Even when I favor a concubine, you guys are waiting outside keeping time. When I eat, I'm not allowed to eat what I like. Don't you know this in your heart?"
Dexiang grimaced. "But, but the late emperors were all like this."
"Bah, even a dog wouldn't want to be this kind of emperor." Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes again.
Dexiang hesitated for a moment. "Anyway, this old servant will just follow His Majesty. Whatever you say to do, this old servant will do!" After speaking, he kowtowed.
Fang Zhiyi didn't even open his eyes, merely raising a hand to signal him to get up. "From now on, don't drop to your knees at the drop of a hat."
"This old servant wouldn't dare!" Dexiang had barely stood up before he immediately knelt down again.
"Just based on the fact that you dared to lead people to fight them to the death today, you deserve the right not to kneel when you see me!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Dexiang immediately bowed down again.
"..." Sometimes communication is very difficult, especially with stubborn people.
Hearing the reports from the people monitoring Fang Zhiyi, saying that he spent every day either lying down sunbathing or thinking about what to eat, Teng Shuchang was lost in thought. Could it be that this emperor truly didn't care?
But Fang Zhiyi's subsequent actions confirmed this suspicion. Before the King's orders even arrived, Fang Zhiyi sent people to ask several times when he could abdicate, leaving Teng Shuchang somewhat at a loss.
What kind of emperor was this! Did he have no sense of shame as a ruler?
He wanted to enter the palace to poke fun at the emperor, but whenever Fang Zhiyi saw him, he would drag him into discussions about abdicating, and even tried to force the dragon robe onto him, scaring Teng Shuchang so much that he fled the palace in terror.
If he actually wore the dragon robe, how would the King deal with him?
For a time, the imperial palace was incredibly quiet. Except for the informants sent by Teng Shuchang, everything was just as it used to be.
However, dark currents were surging in the capital city. Many people had heard of the emperor's actions and secretly cursed Fang Zhiyi for having no spine. Moreover, faced with the rule of the Mang Kingdom, many commoners simply refused to submit, either feigning compliance while acting in opposition or openly rebelling.
Normally, those who rebelled would just be killed, but this was, after all, the capital of the Li Dynasty. Teng Shuchang could only suppress his soldiers. He deeply understood the King's intentions; he wanted to assimilate this place, not turn it into a dead city.
Fortunately, the King's orders arrived. Teng Shuchang frowned as he looked at the text, but a moment later, he suddenly understood. "Let Fang Zhiyi continue to be a puppet emperor? That is actually beneficial to us."
He immediately rushed to the imperial palace.
But to his surprise, as soon as he entered the palace, he heard a chaotic uproar. Knowing Fang Zhiyi's future usefulness, he hurriedly took large strides over. When he arrived at the scene, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
The man was just beating his son.
"I am your father! You little bastard." Fang Zhiyi stood with his hands on his hips, scolding Fang Fengqi. Fang Fengqi was panting heavily: "I don't have a spineless father like you!"
Teng Shuchang frowned.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Fang Zhiyi was furious. He turned his head and happened to see Teng Shuchang. He stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
Teng Shuchang was startled, thinking he was going to take off his clothes again. Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi just pulled him along. "General Teng, you've come at the right time. This little bastard thinks being an emperor is fun? Tell him, is it fun?"
"I, I!" Fang Fengqi looked at his imperial father standing together with the invader, his face red with anger.
"Don't 'I, I' me. Let me tell you, from today onwards, I am cutting off all ties with you. Get out!" Fang Zhiyi fiercely threw away the bamboo stick in his hand. "General Teng, be my witness! From now on, he has nothing to do with me!"
"Calm down, Emperor, calm down. There's no need for this." Since things had reached this point, Teng Shuchang had to say a few words. This Fang Zhiyi really was a bizarre emperor. However, his impression of Fang Zhiyi wasn't bad, because Fang Zhiyi had never once referred to himself as "Zhen" (the royal "We") in front of him. From this point alone, Fang Zhiyi hadn't been acting earlier; he genuinely didn't want to be the emperor at all.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
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.
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."
