The wise and prosperous Emperor Shen Junzhi had a secret: he found being an emperor utterly boring.

The dragon throne was cold and hard, the memorials dry and tedious, and the endless “peace across the four seas” felt like a stagnant pool, suffocating him with its monotony.

Until that night, when he caught a eunuch sneaking a peek at an explicit romance novel beneath the palace walls.

The book’s crude and direct descriptions suddenly stirred something deep within him.

He suddenly realized that this utterly dull imperial life might… still be salvaged.

And so.

The loyal imperial guard was summoned to the bathhouse. The emperor’s fingertips traced his spine, his voice low and husky, “Tell me, where does it hurt?”

The aloof and proud new top scholar offered himself at the imperial study, where he was “personally tutored” by the emperor until he was utterly defeated, finally understanding what “imperial favor” truly meant.

The rebellious enemy prince, who had originally planned to assassinate the emperor, found himself completely captivated by the beautiful sovereign on the dragon bed. He rasped, “Your Majesty… please, be kind to me…”

Even the regent, who had once fought alongside him in the trenches and now held immense power, would knock on the palace door in the dead of night, trapping him between his arms and the door, his voice hoarse and broken, “Zhizhi… look at me…”

Shen Junzhi leaned lazily back on his dragon throne, gazing down at the men below, each with their own hidden agendas. He slowly opened the next memorial.

Interesting.

He had quite a bit to say about turning the imperial court into a dating simulation and a back palace.

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