"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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
