In the palace struggle novel, the ultimate boss, Xie Bufeng, has been void of emotional attachment since childhood, being seen as a monster. The previous emperor, afflicted with a terminal illness, used him for medical experiments, casting him into battle to perish. Unexpectedly, Xie Bufeng climbed out of the pile of corpses, returning to the capital with three thousand cavalry to establish himself as the emperor.... more>>

As soon as medical student Wen Qingci exclaimed "awesome!" he found himself transmigrated into the role of a physician experimenting on Xie Bufeng's body with the notorious black lotus elixir. His eyebrows are dotted with cinnabar and skin as smooth as jade, and being deeply devoted to medicine without distinguishing between good and evil, he was named the "demonic-faced immortal".

In the end, he was torn apart and fed to vultures.

By the time Wen Qingci arrived, Xie Bufeng had already been captured by the medical department and understood his fate. He was sickly and had a fierce glare, like a wolf cub trapped in a cage, eager to crush Wen Qingci's throat at any moment. Under the watchful eye of the emperor's confidant, Wen Qingci flicked his wrist and shoved a piece of candy into Xie Bufeng's mouth:

"This is a poison that corrodes the intestines. If Your Highness cooperates, an antidote can be obtained once a month."

Under the surveillance of the emperor and with the ending written in the book, Wen Qingci pretended to conduct serious experiments while secretly trying to detoxify him. He risked his life to save Xie Bufeng from the brink of death. Madness ensued until the day of the palace coup, when Wen Qingci took an arrow meant for Xie Bufeng's heart.

The new emperor, speaking slowly between his teeth, forced out the words: "After your death, there will be no antidote, and I will have no choice but to accompany you." Wen Qingci smiled, coughing up a mouthful of blood and shaking his head gently:

"...What I feed to Your Highness is always honey made...by myself..."

A teardrop mixed with blood fell from the corner of Xie Bufeng's eye.

Ten miles of red wedding decorations welcomed Xie Bufeng's thin coffin into the palace gates. Xie Bufeng, full of resentment towards gods and ghosts, knelt in front of the temple, offering his blood as sacrifice to the heavens, praying to see him once again. Like a madman.

Outside the city, Wen Qingci faked his death and slipped away. In the Valley of Divine Physicians, a mysterious figure emerged, tending to flowers, reading books, and listening to music, living leisurely and carefree. Until one day, news of the emperor's old illness recurred, and he was "invited" to the imperial palace.

Before Wen Qingci could figure out how to handle the situation...

The supposed terminally ill new emperor coldly pulled aside the bead curtain, his fingertips as cold as snake scales, slowly unraveling his veil.

Mini Theater:

From birth, Xie Bufeng could hear the evil thoughts in people's hearts. He grew numb amidst aversion, curses, and malicious suspicions. Only Wen Qingci was an exception.

Xie Bufeng didn't believe that Wen Qingci's heart was as clear as a mirror.

Until one day, while the noble and sorrowful palace physician bowed to the emperor and whispered in his heart:

"Shut up, you **."

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Emperor Ying Changchuan, the Great Founder of Zhou: Known for ending chaos and expanding borders as a “traitorous minister,” he established harsh laws impacting millennia,... more>> his life a mix of achievements and faults. Thousands of years after his death, he still divides opinion, earning both fervent admiration and intense criticism, truly one of the most controversial figures in history. In a museum a millennium later, Jiang Yuxun, a vocal critic, remarks, “Ying Changchuan’s relentless militarism and grandiose conquests must have made life unbearable for the common people of his time.”
No sooner had he spoken, than he found himself transported to a banquet, boldly voicing these opinions aloud. … …Beneath the twelve imperial crowns, the man from the history books looked at him with a faint, enigmatic smile: “Would my esteemed minister care to elaborate?”
Knowing Ying Changchuan’s penchant for devising cruel punishments, Jiang Yuxun could only think: Is it too late to opt out now? In the next instant, the usually reticent Jiang Yuxun discovered he was afflicted with a ‘truth-telling’ debuff. Every question Ying Changchuan asked, he answered with unvarnished truth. That day, Jiang Yuxun’s words echoed through the grand hall. All the court officials were stunned into silence, everyone certain that he had sealed his own fate. <<less