The Emperor's Unofficial Biography

Prologue: Usurpation
Author: xxt

3x AD…I don’t know the exact time. For a lazy student like me, the only
thing I worry about is whether I’ll pass tomorrow’s exam. Time is an unattainable thing for me.
'Master, are you alright?' Marilyn asked with concern, seeing my gloomy expression.
Robotics and computer technology in this era have advanced to the point where they can create
robots almost indistinguishable from real people, and Marilyn is one of them; the reason I say 'almost' is because Marilyn
can do everything, from cooking to building spaceships for interstellar travel, but there’s one thing Marilyn
can’t do: have sex; I don’t have the money to buy sex toys, so Marilyn is just
a doll to me that I can look at but not eat.
'Marilyn, shall we go for a walk through the time tunnel?' "
In this era, not only interstellar travel, but even time travel is possible; however, considering
the severe and unpredictable consequences of any actions taken on the past timeline for the future, not
everyone can time travel. And I, an archaeology and history student,
have access to the time travel equipment in order to witness historical events firsthand.
" "Unauthorized entry into the timeline is illegal, Master."
"I know."
"The time police will arrest you, Master."
"I know."
"Anyone who violates the regulations on time travel is subject to the death penalty, without exception. " "I understand." "Then, do you still want to enter the timeline?" "Of course
! I'm about to die of boredom! Besides, a poor guy like me will starve to death after graduation because I can't find a job! Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well go and have some fun!" " ...I understand..." Basically, robots don't do illegal things; however, Marilyn is a bit special: because it's a second-hand chip, Marilyn's legal control system is malfunctioning, so regardless of whether it's illegal or not, Marilyn will do whatever I want to do. Time: Unknown Location: Unknown It looks like an ancient Chinese palace, which is exactly what I want: find an ancient king, then usurp his throne and enjoy the feeling of being an emperor. "Marilyn, go and collect information about this emperor." While observing the environment from within Marilyn's invisible protective screen, I asked Marilyn to collect information about the royal family. The computer made by technological advancement has the advantage of high speed; in less than two minutes, Marilyn had collected and compiled the information. If this were in the medieval era when computers were first invented, it might have taken decades. As for how Marilyn can collect information without knowing anything? Don't ask me, I don't know either. After checking the records, I learned the emperor's name was Zhao Yanguang, he had two sons named Zhao Hongying and Zhao Hongyi, and a daughter, Princess Yunjia. I had no interest in impersonating a woman, so I decided to check out the appearances of the two princes and find one I liked to impersonate. When I arrived at the eldest prince's residence with Marilyn, I could hear the sounds of a man and woman making love coming from inside . "Oh…ah…Your Highness…I…I'm about to fly…ah…" "Xiao Yan…wait for me…let's…um…" Seeing two naked bodies entwined on the bed, I felt a strange aversion to this prince. Hmm, it must be because he's too fat, that must be it. Arriving at the second prince's residence, it was dark and gloomy. The second prince was already in bed. Hmm, an early riser , a good sign. "Marilyn, I'll impersonate this boy." Marilyn nodded slightly and led me into the Second Prince's bedroom. First, she used 3D photography to capture the Second Prince's face, then used memory scanning to copy his memories. Next, she extended her left hand, and a high- energy beam quickly disintegrated the Second Prince, skin and bones, leaving only a set of clothes in the bed . "Now, copying the target's face onto the master's body will be a little painful, please bear with it." Actually, it didn't hurt at all, but it was really boring. Just imagine standing still and not being able to do anything —that's probably what being a model feels like, right? Or maybe being a sculpted piece of rotten wood? Wearing the Second Prince's clothes, surprisingly, they fit perfectly, as if they were custom-made for me. "Marilyn, do I look like an ancient person?" "If you were to impersonate the Second Prince, the master would still be recognized." Marilyn's implication was that I was n't convincing enough. "That's alright, let's kill their whole family now. Let's go to the emperor's bedchamber first." Upon arriving at the emperor's bedchamber, the same panting sounds they had just heard filled the air. This emperor is something else. When we entered the inner chamber, we saw several women on a large bed , some sitting, some lying down. The emperor was on top of one of the women, his erect penis thrusting into her vagina. "Marilyn, give the emperor a simulated stroke." The emperor, who was panting heavily while thrusting into the woman's vagina, suddenly stopped. Then, his eyes glazed over, his body stiffened, and saliva began to drool uncontrollably. "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! What's wrong?" The women around the emperor panicked. "Help! Help!" came the frantic cries for the imperial physician. To demonstrate their loyalty and courage, a large number of men rushed into the emperor's bedchamber to begin diagnosing him .

"This... His Majesty suffered a stroke..."
The imperial physician looked troubled and quickly prescribed medicine; however, the emperor's stroke was caused by Marilyn, and unless
Marilyn malfunctioned, no amount of medicine could cure the emperor's illness.
"Father! Father, what's wrong?" The eldest prince rushed into the emperor's bedroom with a joyful expression. Hmm, it's about time for me
to make my appearance.
Because I entered quietly, knelt silently before the bed, and didn't say a word, and because
everyone around was in a panic, no one noticed that my behavior as the 'second prince' was so unusual.
"Marilyn, it's about time for the emperor to designate an heir and then abdicate in peace."
The emperor, unable to speak, trembled as he raised his right hand, slowly pointing at me; he managed to squeeze out
the words "abdicate..." Since all of the emperor's movements
were being remotely controlled by Marilyn through microwave stimulation of his nerves, he naturally looked very trembling, but this also made this murder farce more realistic.
"Your Majesty, are you going to abdicate in favor of the Second Prince, Zhao Hongyi?" A minister hurriedly stepped forward to inquire. Concerning their
future, they naturally wanted to hear the abdication order carefully, so they would know to whom to pledge their
loyalty.
The emperor nodded "with difficulty," then suddenly pressed his hand to his heart. Marilyn, using microwaves to
induce a simulated heart attack, quickly brought the emperor to his death, naturally eliciting cries of grief from the crowd. However, everyone
had their own reason for crying: the eldest prince cried because he wasn't the heir; the concubines
cried because they were to be sent to a nunnery; the ministers cried to show their loyalty to the new emperor. In short, it was a stage full of feigned weeping
.
"Marilyn, you can make me faint, otherwise, won't I give myself away if I don't cry?"
And so, before everyone's eyes, the newly enthroned emperor fainted from excessive grief over his father's death
.
What a soap opera!
Chapter One: Rectification
Author: xxt

Chapter One: Rectification
When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was.
'The Emperor is awake! The Emperor is awake!' Seeing me awake, the maid by the bed excitedly relayed the good news
.
However, I, still newly awakened, didn't immediately come to my senses; the Emperor? Who is the Emperor?
'Didn't Master just replace the prince and inherit the throne?' Finally, Marilyn reminded me.
Footsteps sounded, and a group of people entered, then knelt before the bed. 'This servant greets Your Majesty.'
I didn't speak; honestly, I didn't know what to say, so I simply continued to play dumb.
Seeing that I didn't answer, several people in official robes exchanged glances, then continued, 'Please,
Your Majesty, allow us to examine Your Majesty.'
So they were imperial physicians. I nodded, feigning difficulty.
One of the imperial physicians respectfully came forward to take my pulse, but after taking it, he retreated with a puzzled expression
.
Another imperial physician cautiously came forward to take my pulse, then hurriedly retreated.
Each physician's expression was different when they took my pulse, and their demeanor was different when they left; but they all had
one thing in common: it was obvious that none of them could diagnose the cause of my illness.
'I can't find anything wrong…'
'Me neither…'
'It seems His Majesty's illness this time is no small matter…'
A bunch of incompetent doctors! I'm clearly not sick, why won't these people believe their own diagnoses
?
'Brother, I heard you've woken up?' The First Prince, Zhao Hongying, rushed in without waiting for an announcement; his face looked like
he wanted to devour me alive.
'Warning: Plant-based cyanide and mineral arsenic detected!' Marilyn warned me
. It was clear that this First Prince planned to poison his younger brother while he was unconscious and ill to seize the throne
.
'Marilyn, let him take the medicine he brought himself.' The
eldest prince, Zhao Hongying, swaggered over and sat down beside my bed. He then feigned deep emotion, saying,
"Little brother, it's so good you're awake! Your older brother was worried sick!" He then turned to the maid and
ordered, "Bring tea. The Emperor needs tea."
Of course you were worried! If I hadn't died, how could you be the Emperor, right?
The maid brought the tea. Zhao Hongying first reached into his robes and smeared some powder into the tea,
saying with an evil smile, "Little brother, you're still not well. Let your older brother feed you tea!"
As he spoke, Zhao Hongying picked up the spiked teacup and tried to force-feed me the tea. Although everyone around noticed something was wrong
, no one intervened. The "Emperor" was still very weak; if the eldest prince could kill him
, stopping him would be tantamount to suicide. Even if they didn't intervene, the Emperor would
n't know anyway, so it was better to avoid trouble.
However, for some unknown reason, Zhao Hongying took a sip of tea first, then, with a pained expression
, clutched his throat and slowly slid to the ground, dead.
The Crown Prince's inexplicable death naturally caused chaos again. Several readily available imperial physicians quickly diagnosed
him as poisoned. But who had poisoned him? The maid who had just served the tea naturally became the prime suspect
and was tightly apprehended by the guards.
"Search him..." I once again "laboriously" pointed at Zhao Hongying's corpse and squeezed out these two words.
The Emperor had decreed it; who dared disobey? The search naturally revealed the poison. Now, the culprit was caught red-handed. Although
no one knew why the murderer who intended to poison someone else had suddenly changed their mind and poisoned themselves
, no one would object to finding a scapegoat to shift the blame.
"Maid... stay... you... leave..." Hearing me say this, everyone, though full of questions, dared not...
Having said that, I had no choice but to leave the maid, whom I had just suspected of being the murderer, behind, to pay my respects and leave.
I then sat up, stretched, and exclaimed, "Ugh! Acting is exhausting!"
"Is Your Majesty alright?" the maid asked, startled.
"Of course I'm alright! But I really couldn't have uncovered the conspiracy without playing dead. What's your name?"
"This servant is Yuwen."
"Do you know that I… I just saved your life?" That was close; I almost let it slip.
"Yes, this servant thanks Your Majesty for saving my life."
"Keep my feigned illness a secret, understand?"
"Yes."
"From now on, you will stay by my side and serve me, understand?"
"Yes."
"Come here."
"Yes." Yuwen obeyed and came to the bedside.
Yuwen looked like a 16-year-old girl, not particularly beautiful, just average-looking.
"Take off your clothes."
"Your Majesty!" "
Do you dare disobey the imperial decree?"
"Yes..." Yuwen blushed and began to remove her clothes piece by piece, refusing to
take them off any further when only her bodice and underpants remained.
Although Yuwen had only undressed to this extent, I could already see her figure: her skin was quite fair and tender, but unfortunately,
she had no breasts, her figure wasn't very curvy, her buttocks were too small, her waist was quite thin, and her legs were unfortunately like carrot
legs.
However, for me, a bachelor who hadn't touched a woman in my twenty years of life, Yuwen was
quite a tempting woman; although Marilyn was made to be both beautiful and have a good figure, without a sex toy,
Marilyn was simply unsatisfying; although Yuwen wasn't a beauty, her little hole was a genuine
paradise.
"Princess Yunjia has arrived." The eunuch at the door announced; Yuwen was startled when she heard the princess had arrived:
"Your Majesty, please allow this servant to take her leave!"
"Alright, you may leave."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." "With that, Yuwen grabbed her clothes and fled into the servants' quarters next door. It seems
allowing this shy girl to leave is truly a favor.
I lay back down on the bed, feigning illness; Princess Yunjia is also a member of the royal family, so
the chances of her recognizing this imposter are quite high. I have to be careful, and then see if there's any opportunity to kill her and silence her.
'Brother, I heard you've woken up?' Before she even arrived, a fragrant breeze carried her sweet, melodious voice
. When she appeared at the bedside, I was truly stunned for a long time.
A classical beauty! Big eyes, cherry lips, snow-white skin, and even though her clothes covered her, her
high, firm breasts, slender waist, and full hips were still visible. Regardless of the curves of her legs, this beauty was at least a ninety out
of ten!
'Brother, are you feeling better?' Seeing me still in a daze, the beauty at the bedside asked.
This beauty is Princess Yunjia? It would be such a waste to kill her, I thought." But
what if my disguise is exposed if I don't kill her ?
The best way, if you can't kill the witness, is to make the witness a criminal too; that's right,
drag Princess Yun Jia into being a criminal with me! But if I kill Zhao Hongyi to impersonate the real one, Princess Yun Jia can't kill
herself to impersonate herself, what should I do?
'Royal brother?' Princess Yun Jia's expression didn't seem very concerned, more like she was just being polite.
Hmm, perhaps this Princess Yun Jia and Zhao Hongyi's relationship isn't very close...
'Royal sister... help me... get up...' I said, pretending to sit up.
Hearing me say this, Princess Yun Jia quickly sat down beside me and reached out to help me sit up; 'Royal brother, you're
not feeling well, don't force yourself...' Probably not expecting my hand to actually wrap around her waist, Princess Yun Jia
froze before she could finish her sentence.
The matter wasn't over yet. My hand grasped Princess Yun Jia's hand, and the hand that had been around her slender waist
began to move towards her ample buttocks.
"Brother, don't do this!" Princess Yun Jia blushed.
Yes, this was my gamble: if I could have Princess Yun Jia, then because of
the taboo against "incest," she would have to obey me from then on; I would also gain a stunningly beautiful woman—
why not?
I wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered that Princess Yun Jia was a member of the royal family. If I accidentally
revealed my secret, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, today I could only act, not speak.
Having decided on the basic strategy, it was time to execute; I used both hands forcefully to pull Princess Yun Jia onto the bed and into my arms
.
"Brother, you can't…" Princess Yun Jia's face turned even redder, but unexpectedly, she showed no sign of
resistance; perhaps this princess wasn't as chaste as she appeared? Or perhaps she feared the emperor's power.
Power ? But no matter what, this is my bargaining chip.
With Princess Yun Jia's tacit consent, one hand encircled her slender waist, caressing her
high, firm breasts through the silk fabric; the other hand cupped her cheek, and then, a kiss.
For me, even without personally experiencing a French kiss, the information I'd heard and seen in various media
was enough to make it effortless; but how could a princess living deep within the palace have the opportunity to encounter such a
daring kiss from an ancient perspective? Moreover, the one now holding her and kissing her was
her 'twin brother'? The effect of this kiss was so obvious that you could tell just by looking at Princess Yun Jia's delicate hands, which shifted back and forth, unsure of
where to put them.
"Brother, you...don't do this..." My kisses shifted from Princess Yun Jia's cherry-like lips to
her delicate nose, eyelids, ears, and snow-white neck. My hands, without any hesitation,
removed all of Princess Yun Jia's clothes and jewelry. Princess Yun Jia, her face flushed, offered only a weak, almost
inaudible protest.
Soon, Princess Yun Jia was left with only a moon-white bodice embroidered with gold thread and a
pair of lake-green shorts. One hand could already slip through her clothing and caress her full,
high breasts, while the other hand
explored upwards along the cleft between her long, slender legs, which seemed to want to clench but didn't, constantly rubbing against each other.
With a soft moan, Princess Yun Jia trembled as my fingers touched her vulva
. The gradually erect nipples and the clear fluid flowing from her vulva told
me that this innocent beauty was beginning to experience the inevitable process of transitioning from a girl to a mature woman.
Unable to resist my invasion, Princess Yun Jia's moon-white bodice slipped down with my movements; now, the only thing blocking
my path of conquest was her lake-green shorts. "Brother, no..." Princess Yun Jia only offered a weak protest
as I gently placed her on the bed and slowly removed her remaining clothing ; even when I encountered resistance while pulling at her lake-green undergarments, Princess Yun Jia would cooperate by shifting her body to make it easier for me. "Brother...do you really want Yun Jia?" Seeing me begin to undress, Princess Yun Jia revealed her pitiful and charming figure; it wasn't a refusal, but rather an inquiry that seemed to seek a promise. "...Yun Jia understands...please, brother, have pity on Yun Jia..." Although she didn't receive an answer, seeing me lying on top of her jade-like body, Yun Jia knew what I wanted; so Princess Yun Jia cooperated by spreading her legs and closing her eyes. A warm, moist sensation emanated from her high, firm breasts, accompanied by waves of numbing pleasure. Princess Yunjia knew I was kissing her proud breasts; a warm, tingling sensation also coursed through her private parts, likely from my fingers exploring her most intimate area. With my clumsy teasing, Princess Yunjia's body slowly heated up. Not only did her hands begin to actively guide my kisses to her most sensitive areas, but her lower body also experienced waves of indescribable emptiness and tingling. Only by spreading her legs as wide as possible could she slightly alleviate this suffocating, love-hate feeling. "Brother, please take Yunjia! Yunjia can't bear this torture anymore!" The emptiness and tingling in her lower body intensified, her whole body burning with a sensation that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant; however, Princess Yunjia had heard the palace maids discussing such things and guessed that this was probably what it meant to want something. "Oh!" A tearing pain, accompanied by a profound sense of fulfillment that filled the emptiness, overwhelmed Princess Yun Jia. Tears streamed down her face as she forced back the agony. She had finally stepped into forbidden territory; her future was now entirely intertwined with that of her "brother." If she could use her feminine charms to win his favor , she could gain far more wealth and power than if she married into royalty. But if her brother fell from grace, her fate would undoubtedly be tragic. After twenty years of solitude, her clone had broken through the barrier for the first time, entering the moist paradise of a beautiful woman. Enjoying the feeling of being tightly embraced and held in this warm, soft body, making her weep and happy because of her, she truly felt that even if the time police jumped out and executed her now, it would be worth it. The beginning is always the hardest. Once the initial hurdle was overcome, waves of pleasure began to surge with the friction and separation of our joined bodies. At first, Princess Yun Jia managed to bite her cherry lips to maintain her princessly composure , but as the frequency and intensity of my thrusts increased, the pleasure of intercourse began to dominate every nerve in her body , and Princess Yun Jia could no longer endure it. "Ah...Brother...Oh...Please...faster...Ah...More...Deeper...Ah..." What began as a weak lament gradually amplified into a wanton demand; Princess Yun Jia's hands tightly embraced my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her body fully cooperated with my movements, seeking the greatest pleasure a woman could experience since birth. "Ah...ah...Yun Jia...I'm going to...ah...Brother...harder...harder...ah...I'm dying...Yun Jia...I'm going to die..." In the extreme screams of orgasm, Yun Jia's vagina released proof of the first time she had ever experienced such ultimate pleasure. I then thrust my first seed into Yun Jia's uterus, which was contracting and sucking at my glans due to her orgasm. Afterwards, I didn't immediately withdraw from Yun Jia's body; instead, I held Yun Jia, enjoying my first woman, even though it was obtained in a strange way. "Brother...did you like Yun Jia's performance?" the beauty beneath me asked. The best answer was the pleasure brought by the renewed swelling and gradually filling of my lower body with heat and the intermittent movements . 'Ah…Brother…please don’t abandon Yun Jia…Yun Jia is yours from now on…' Chapter Two: The Tyrant Ascends the Throne Author: xxt Sitting on the throne in the Golden Palace, receiving the courtiers’ audience, my mind was still filled with the erotic scenes of my night with Yun Jia. After the audience, the courtiers began to speak at once about the late emperor’s funeral and the new emperor’s ascension to the throne ; to demonstrate their loyalty and talent, the courtiers offered all sorts of bizarre suggestions, such as building a mausoleum, constructing a high platform, issuing a death notice to the world, announcing the death to the Liao Kingdom, distributing gold and silver, and inviting monks and Taoist priests to hold grand ceremonies. The suggestions were becoming more and more numerous and increasingly absurd; as for me, sitting on the dragon throne , I was falling asleep. If we were to actually follow these people's suggestions, not to mention the expenses—it might drain half the national treasury (that's roughly what Marilyn estimated to me)—the funeral alone could take over a month. A person is already dead; is it really necessary to waste so much time, effort, and money just to let the whole world know, "Oh, your father is dead"? Even if the whole world knew your father was dead, would they shed a single extra tear? But look at these people now, selling out their resources just to loudly proclaim the former emperor's death.

They were working diligently, even splitting into several factions arguing over differing opinions on how the ceremony should be conducted
.
"I believe it should be done this way to demonstrate the majesty of the nation; Your Majesty, please decide!" "
I believe it should be done that way to show the grandeur of a great nation; Your Majesty, please enlighten us!" "
If the people knew Your Majesty hadn't done it this way, their hearts would be uneasy!"
"If there's no 'ooxx,' it will incur the wrath of Heaven, and the country will be destroyed!"
Look at them, they've been arguing endlessly, and now they're using me as a tool to subdue their opponents. They're
afraid I won't listen to them, so they're resorting to threats and bribes! When it comes to death, it's all just about their own power struggles
! Tell me, if I don't build a grand and conspicuous tomb for the dead emperor, will he lead
an army of zombies to destroy our country? If I don't order a three-month mourning period, will the people rise up in rebellion?
Would not burning incense and praying to Buddha, or showing off pole dancing and stunt dancing with hot girls, trigger an alien attack on Earth? So, many times, emperors don't choose to be incompetent rulers;
they are incompetent because of their selfish subordinates ! 'No need for all this! After the seven-day mourning period, the Emperor's body will be cremated and enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple! All activities throughout the country will continue as normal without restriction! I will handle the mourning; those who want to observe it can do so, and those who don't will not be forced! Any other questions?' Cremation? No funeral, no mourning? This emperor is truly disloyal, unfilial, unrighteous, and… well, what? It wasn't my father who died! Don't forget I'm impersonating him now; I've already done more than enough by not throwing the body out to feed the wild dogs! 'Your Majesty! This is inappropriate! If not…' The ministers began to clamor again, even bringing up a bunch of natural disasters and man-made calamities to scare me. If I were really Zhao Hongyi, I might be scared by you all; but unfortunately, I'm an imposter from the 3x century. These ministers' supernatural tales are utterly impossible for me. Even if a supernatural event did occur, with Marilyn around, there's nothing I can't handle. 'No need for further words, just do as I say!' 'Your Majesty! Your humble servant…' 'Are you the emperor or am I?' 'Your humble servant obeys…' Having been rebuffed, the ministers shifted their focus to the new emperor's ascension to the throne. Some suggested this, some suggested that; some suggested a general amnesty, some suggested building schools to celebrate, some suggested boosting the economy. The discussion grew increasingly heated, eventually leading to all sorts of bizarre suggestions for the coronation ceremony: offering sacrifices to Heaven, performing the Fengshan ceremony, promoting officials, reading the inaugural address, the Song-Liao duality theory, the Four No's and One Without, the 1992 Consensus —it all gave me a headache. 'No need! What's the point of a coronation ceremony?' Does that mean I'm not the emperor if I don't hold a coronation ceremony? With so much money and time, can't I do something else? ' Finally, the ministers' bickering stopped, and it seemed the first day of court was about to end without any important issues being discussed; unexpectedly, they started offering their opinions on how to posthumously honor the deceased emperor ; a whole bunch of titles like "Supreme Virtue, Profound Benevolence, Wise Martial Valor, Sacred Eternity, Supreme Inviolable, Hard, Huge, Enduring, Unyielding to a Thousand Women, Unbreakable Golden Spear" emerged. If these people were to actually bestow titles upon the deceased emperor, just reading these titles—which are probably light-years long—would likely cause hundreds of people to die from lack of oxygen, not to mention the historians responsible for writing the history; a bunch of them would probably break their hands from writing and become disabled in the line of duty. The only one who might be happy is me, because just from those titles alone, I could swindle tens of millions in royalties. Hmm, I digress.' Most importantly, what's the point of giving titles to the dead? It's not like giving them titles will cause nationwide jubilation , and then, due to the surge in public morale, they'll automatically evolve into super citizens, their combat index will increase a million times, and they'll form a united fleet to create the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. If it spontaneously led to a massive increase in national productivity, I'd consider it. But after giving them titles, the dead are still dead. They won't actually become invincible great men just because they've been given a bunch of titles. I'd believe they'd become impotent—at least these ministers have almost made me impotent! Even if a supernatural event really happens and they become great men, the people's lives and the nation's power won't change. Even if you put 'too early' or 'too late' on your passport, it won't change anything! Dying from a stroke is dying from a stroke; this fact can only be covered up, not changed! 'Why give them so many honorific titles?' "Just give him the honorific title 'Earthquake on Horseback,' and call his father's temple name 'Shangdi'!" "Your Majesty, this is outrageous! How can you honor him with the title 'Emperor on Horseback'? Isn't this openly telling the people that the late Emperor died of an eye stroke…?" "Who said the late Emperor died of an eye stroke? What crime should be committed for spreading rumors and disturbing the people's peace? Guards! Drag this dog's head out and behead him! Also, ransack this dog's house and see how much bribes this traitor has received from the enemy!" "Your Majesty, spare my life!!!" Amidst the minister's pleas for mercy as he was about to be dragged out and executed, all the other ministers were too terrified to speak. "Drag him back!" The minister, who had temporarily escaped death, was dragged back and was now kneeling on the ground, frantically kowtowing. "Considering this is your first offense, I'll give you a chance!" "You have three months to gather thirty-six intelligent and beautiful young women from across the country and present them to me, and I will spare your life! Remember, you must bear all expenses yourself!" Amidst the minister's frantic cries of "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!", I stood up and announced: "I now tell you all, my only wish is to be a foolish ruler, a tyrant! Preferably more foolish than Emperor Yang of Sui and more tyrannical than Qin Shi Huang! So all of you, strive to become treacherous ministers! Also, the court meeting just now did not reach a conclusion. After the court session, all ministers, present your memorials. Court adjourned!" Watching me turn and leave, the ministers exchanged bewildered glances.

"Tyrant... The nation is in peril, its demise is near... I toil day and night, scheming and groveling, alas, my life is ruined,
I humbly offer myself in peace...
" "Brother..." Yun Jia greeted me upon returning to my bedchamber. "Was that alright during court just now?"
"What's wrong with it?" I took Yun Jia's hand. "I scared them a little, so they wouldn't be interested
in me and my sister's affairs. Sister, would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Yes..." Yun Jia turned and whispered to a palace maid to hurry the imperial kitchen to prepare the meal.
"Sister, I just remembered something," I stopped as I entered the bedroom. "From now on, in the bedchamber
, everyone is only allowed to wear one layer of clothing."
"Brother, why is that?" Yun Jia asked, puzzled.
"To prevent someone from assassinating me, just in case; wearing only one layer of clothing makes it much more difficult to conceal a weapon." "Of
course, most importantly, it'll be easier for me to have sex with women now.
" "Yes..." Yun Jia turned and ordered all the palace maids to take off their clothes, leaving only one garment on their bodies.
"Sister, you too." While ordering Yun Jia to take off her clothes, I also took them off myself; I had
to set an example for everyone, it was a principle of a leader.
"Ah? Yes... Your Majesty..." Yun Jia blushed and began to undress; however, her expression was
more excited than shy: it seemed that she had successfully won over her brother, and this decree was clearly
issued because her brother was lusting after her beauty.
"Sister," after lunch was served and set out, seeing that Yun Jia wanted to sit down in the seat next to me, I pointed to
my lap, "Your seat is here." '
看见云佳红着脸坐入我怀裏，现场的宫女没有一个不脸红的；虽然昨天我和云
佳缠绵了一整天，但是知道内情的只有我们的贴身宫女；现在我和云佳则是当着众
宫女的面前大搞'兄妹乱伦'，而且还搞得异常香豔刺激，要是有人能不脸红那才
有问题。
'大家一起坐下来吃饭吧。'我下旨要一旁的宫女们一起来用餐。
'皇上，奴婢们不敢。'
'不敢也要敢，谁知道这饭菜裏有没有人下毒？从现在起朕用膳时你们负责一
人咬一口食物来喂给朕吃。'
用嘴巴餵食？每个宫女都是面面相觑。不过想也知道又是荒淫的把戏，反正为
了脑袋不被砍下来，遵旨照做就是。
Sitting sideways on my lap, Yun Jia first took a sip of wine, then gently fed it to me.
After the fragrant wine flowed down my throat, I seized the opportunity to kiss Yun Jia, my tongue exploring her cherry-like mouth and
mingling with hers. Soon, two rosy clouds rose on her cheeks, and my hand, wandering over her private parts, discovered
the gushing spring of honey.
'Sister, straddle me.'
Just as Yun Jia was about to stand up to change positions, I stopped her.
'Wait, I didn't give you permission to stand up, did I?' '
Huh? How can I change positions without standing up?' Helpless, Yun Jia could only try to bend one leg in front of her, intending to
turn around first.
However, when Yun Jia turned to face me, I reached out and supported her bent leg, then placed it on
my shoulder; now Yun Jia was sitting on my lap in a lewd position with one leg on my shoulder and the other against my waist
.
"Brother... ah..." My rod entered Yun Jia's body, her legs spread wide apart in this position, arousing
a small orgasm in her; being manipulated into this unimaginably exposed position by me, and having my rod inserted into her
newly developed and still incredibly sensitive little hole in public, Yun Jia almost fainted from the combined shock of shyness and stimulating pleasure
.
"Little sister, you haven't fed me yet." I gently thrust my rod against Yun Jia's and my intimately connected private parts, creating
waves of impact.
"Brother... Brother... like this... Yun Jia... how... ah..." In this unprecedented position, I could penetrate
quite deeply, and Yun Jia was barely able to hold back her earth-shattering moans, let alone
have the energy to feed me.
"Since that's the case, I'll just have to eat you." I kissed Yun Jia's breasts, which were heaving before my eyes.
"Ah...Brother...No..." Another sensitive spot was attacked, and Yun Jia could no longer suppress the pleasure
flowing from her cherry lips.
Since Yun Jia couldn't feed me, I simply had the other palace maids feed me. Each
maid who came to feed me was not only kissed to my heart's content, but those with full breasts were groped, those with good figures had their
buttocks touched, and the pretty ones had their vaginas probed with my fingers. In short, everyone was taken advantage of
.
"Brother...Yun Jia...I can't take it anymore..." I don't know how long this lewd feast lasted.
She hadn't eaten much, but Yun Jia, being violated in this position, was already drenched in sweat, panting softly, and after
several orgasms, the frail Yun Jia was starting to lose her strength.
"Ah!" "Brother... Yun Jia... Ah... No..." Seeing me lower Yun Jia's legs from my shoulders, so she was
straddling me, Yun Jia thought I was going to let her rest; but unexpectedly, I held her legs,
keeping my penis inserted in her vagina, and carried her to the bed. The undulating motion made my penis
churn inside Yun Jia's vagina, the pleasure overwhelming her until she was dizzy and instinctively twisted her waist and hips to match
the movements of my ecstatic penis.
"Good girl, this is the last time, hold on." I placed Yun Jia on the bed, then lay on her soft
body, thrusting my penis in and out. Yun Jia moaned and cried out in pleasure, finally, with a low growl, hot
semen irrigated the depths of her youthful body, and the rush of heat within her sent Yun Jia to her final peak
.
"Ah... Brother... Yun Jia... I love you so much, Brother..."
I don't know how true that statement is, but I'm quite satisfied with my masterpiece: Yun Jia, her
face streaked with tears and a happy smile, is now immersed in a post-orgasmic sleep.

Chapter Three: Taking Power
Author: xxt

While Yun Jia was asleep, I went to the Imperial Study to see what news was on the table, such as national affairs.
The Imperial Study was not only where the emperor studied, but also where he reviewed memorials; because the
previous emperor had just died and I, the new emperor, had been in a coma for the past few days, there were many memorials piled up on the imperial desk.
Fortunately, Marilyn was there, otherwise these long-lost ancient writing styles, which only archaeology and literature students could understand,
would have really stumped me; after opening the memorials, Marilyn would translate the contents into common vernacular Chinese
for me, so although the desk was piled high with memorials, I read them very quickly.
Another reason I read the memorials so quickly was because they were mostly useless. A large portion of them
concerned topics already debated in court, such as building my mausoleum, holding sacrifices to Heaven, coronation, and lavish rewards. I really
don't know if these people couldn't understand human language or what. Others were strange 'national affairs
,' like saying my name as emperor was Zhao Hongyi, so I should issue an edict requiring everyone to
avoid using the name Hongyi to avoid using it. Strange, to avoid using the
name Hongyi, does that mean everyone in the world has to be forbidden from using it? Why not just ban everyone from having the surname Zhao?
Some memorials complained about the poor feng shui of my office, its incorrect orientation, or unlucky colors that would hinder promotion
, requesting I renovate it. This is even more ridiculous. Does the state pay you a salary to enjoy yourself or to work? If you said the lighting was bad so you couldn't see the words, I could understand, but reporting
feng shui, orientation, and decoration as national affairs? Even more outrageous memorials exist, such as this one: In the Lingdong area (too lazy to verify Song Dynasty place names, just making one up), a family gave birth to a demon king with completely white hair and blood-red eyes. This minister suggested killing the demon king before it grew up, and even volunteered to lead an army of 30,000 to subdue it, willing to die a thousand deaths. After reading this memorial, I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry: it's just a white baby with a defective chromosome causing albinism, and they need to mobilize 30,000 troops for that? What power does a newborn white baby have that would make someone risk their life to kill it? However, it wasn't entirely devoid of noteworthy memorials. A local official named Huang Wei submitted a memorial discussing the relationship between peasant productivity and the state's corvée labor system. Huang Wei argued that under the current system, peasants couldn't concentrate on production and suggested abolishing corvée labor and replacing it with taxes. This view aligns somewhat with later theories of division of labor, but unfortunately, at the time, it was considered heresy. The general consensus was that replacing corvée labor with taxes was exploitative and absolutely unacceptable. Regardless, I remembered Huang Wei's name; at least he was doing something beneficial for the country instead of engaging in pointless arguments like those court officials. A palace maid entered, "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager summons you." Hmm, she must be here to cause trouble because of that foolish declaration from earlier in the day. I picked up a pen and wrote a note, then handed it to the eunuch serving beside me, "Take this note to my bedchamber and give it to Princess Yun Jia." Dealing with the Empress Dowager, having Yun Jia handle it would be more effective than me. "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager summons you. Please depart immediately!" the palace maid urged. "Come here," I said to her. "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager…" "Do you dare disobey? Didn't you hear me call you here?" "Yes…" the maid bowed and came to my side. "Kneel down and suck him." I pulled my penis out of my pants and ordered the maid to give me oral sex. "Your Majesty!" "Suck him, or you'll lose your life!" "Yes…" the maid reluctantly knelt and performed oral sex. To deal with a talkative fellow, if you can't silence him, the best way is to stuff his mouth full. Taking my hand seal from my personal maid, Yun Jia, who had just woken up, quickly jumped out of bed to wash and dress, then hurriedly headed towards the Empress Dowager's palace. "Yun Jia, it's you? Where's your brother?" Upon seeing Yun Jia appear, the Empress Dowager, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately asked, "Your Majesty, my brother is currently reviewing memorials, so Yun Jia has come to explain on his behalf." "Explain what?" "My brother knows that Your Majesty is displeased with his words at court today about becoming a tyrannical and incompetent ruler. However , he said that the country is weak and declining, and he alone cannot turn the tide. Only through the concerted efforts of the ministers can the situation be reversed. If the ministers believe that the emperor who ascended the throne today is a capable ruler, it's hard to say they won't continue to live in complacency. Therefore, my brother risked his reputation to hopefully arouse a sense of crisis among his ministers, so that there is hope for the country's revival." "I see." The Empress Dowager nodded slowly after hearing this, her previously tense expression easing slightly . "You've been staying with your brother lately; is it for the same reason?" Upon being exposed of their incestuous relationship , Yun Jia was startled, but she quickly regained her composure. "My brother's health hasn't fully recovered; he needs care." "Does he require your personal care?" "Yes." The Empress Dowager glared at Yun Jia for a long while before slowly saying, "Then you'd better take good care of your brother , hmph!" (Note: Yun Jia is not the Empress Dowager's biological daughter; she was born to another concubine of the deceased emperor.) Regarding the table full of rambling memorials, I initially picked up a brush to write a few words, but having never held a brush before, I quickly grew tired of it. So, my later method of correction was simply to put a big X on them and then...

Later, they didn't even bother with the crosses anymore, just scribbled a line to indicate that the memorial was nonsense and could be ignored.
"Sister, thank you for your hard work, come here." Yun Jia, following the instructions on my edict, came
to the study to find me after meeting the Empress Dowager; and when I saw Yun Jia enter the study, without waiting for her to bow, I called her to my side
.
"Brother..."
"Come, sit here." I pulled Yun Jia to sit on my lap.
"Brother... the Empress Dowager knows about us..."
"What did the Empress Dowager say?"
"She didn't say anything..."
"I thought so, the Empress Dowager must have given you a hard time."
"Brother knows?"
"I could guess." "
Is Brother revising a memorial?" Yun Jia suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes."
"Since Brother is revising a memorial, why did you need Yun Jia to come? The affairs of the outer court are not to be heard by the inner palace." "
After revising for so long, all I see is a bunch of nonsense. I'm exhausted! I need a good girl to serve me to refresh myself!"
"Yun Jia understands..." Although her face flushed, Yun Jia, understanding the implied meaning, slowly began to undress.
"Wait, just take off your pants first. My memorial isn't completely revised yet."
"Yes..." Yun Jia slightly rose, letting her pants slowly slide down to her knees; as she sat back in my lap
, Yun Jia was startled by a large, hard penis pressing against her crotch.
"Girl, put it in."
"Yes..." Rising again, Yun Jia guided the penis to her entrance, then slowly sat down
, letting the hard, full sensation begin to push into her lower abdomen.
"Ah..." A soft moan escaped Yun Jia's lips.
As I revised the memorials, I enjoyed Yun Jia's proactive service; Yun Jia, sitting in my lap, used all her skills
to serve my penis; lewd sounds constantly emanated from where we were joined.
After finishing the memorials, I casually swept them to the ground. 'Lie down on the table, sister
.'
'Brother…Yun Jia…no…' Yun Jia, her cheeks flushed, was currently enjoying
the intoxicating pleasure rising from her private parts. Hearing me ask her to lie down on the dragon table, unwilling to leave my penis, she refused.
'Such a disobedient sister!' Saying this, I grabbed Yun Jia's thighs, then stood up,
placing Yun Jia on the dragon table in a doggy-style position.
'Ah!' Suddenly, I picked her up and placed her on the table. Startled, Yun Jia felt
a cool sensation in her lower body. I had lifted her skirt and pulled it up to her upper body. Then, a hot, swollen sensation surged into
her already incredibly wet and tight flower path, forcefully challenging its depths.
"Ah! Brother! Ah! So deep! Ah!! No… God!!" The gentle bumps against her clitoris brought
intense pleasure. Yun Jia, who had never been explored so deeply before, felt her heart almost leap out of her chest. Unexpectedly,
I then began to thrust hard into her clitoris and rotate. Although it didn't bring the wave-like ups and downs of the thrusting
, the endless pleasure ground Yun Jia's reason to dust like a millstone.
"No!! Ah!! Amidst screams, Yun Jia reached her climax. A torrent of pleasure burst forth
, engulfing her body and washing away her consciousness. It then gushed forth from her honeyed depths,
flowing continuously down our pressed bodies.
Although I also ejaculated inside Yun Jia at the same time, my penis, still
lingering in her warm, wet, and tight embrace, refused to cease its work. Since my penis was still erect, I
began to undress Yun Jia; she, in turn, undressed herself while swaying her round, plump buttocks to please
my erection.
"Come on, girl, lie down." Wearing only a pale white bodice, Yun
Jia lay obediently on the dragon shore, her beautiful hair cascading down the edge of the table to the
ground. The silk bodice, stretched taut by her undulating breasts,
reflected a captivating golden hue in the slanting rays of the setting sun. One corner of the bodice, which should have concealed the delicate pubic hair,
now lay obediently pressed against the forbidden area where our flesh and blood were intertwined.
"Brother...don't do this..." It wasn't unfamiliar for
Yun Jia to have one of her jade legs lifted and draped over her shoulder; she had experienced it once before at lunch. However,
the waves of tingling pleasure from my constant caressing of her breasts through the silk bodice gave Yun Jia a frantic feeling of wanting to immediately engage in the final act but being powerless to do so. The most direct
reaction was a series of soft moans and gasps, her jade legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her writhing body, and her irregularly contracting
honey hole.
I leaned down, pressing Yun Jia's jade-like legs, which were draped over my shoulders, against her body to their maximum extent. My hands
encircled her slender waist, untying the straps of her bodice. Then I straightened up again, the bodice slipping
down as I moved away, revealing her fair, rosy skin, flushed with excitement, and her two erect, pink nipples
.
"Ah!! Brother…no!! Please spare Yun Jia!!" I grabbed a large brush from the pen holder and
began to write, brushing it across the protrusions of Yun Jia's breasts. Waves of tingling pleasure almost made Yun Jia suffocate;
only by tightening her legs to make our union more intimate, and by allowing the swollen, thrusting sensation to melt away the tingling
emptiness, could she find peace.
"Guess what I'm writing? If you guess right, I'll spare you." "
No...no...Brother...Yun Jia...can't guess...Brother...give to Yun Jia..."
The large, hard penis deeply embedded in her honeypot was no longer enough to relieve the itch; Yun Jia could only gasp for breath to keep herself from succumbing to
madness.
"What do you want? Tell me, perhaps your brother can help you." As he spoke, this time he dipped the brush in water and
painted on Yun Jia's chest.
"Yun Jia...want...a penis...! Brother...ah...please...give...to...Yun Jia..." It was unclear whether Yun Jia truly couldn't bear it.
She was still trying to please me. Although Yun Jia said she wanted a penis, I felt something was missing—
the thrill of teasing a beautiful woman.
'Hmm, you want a penis? How would you like it cooked, Your Majesty? Your Majesty isn't very good at cooking; you only know
four methods: frying, boiling, stir-frying, and deep-frying.' I spoke leisurely and slowly, while Yun Jia was almost driven mad by my simultaneous brushstrokes
and penis-drawing.
'Your Majesty…please rape…rape Yun Jia!! Please…rape Yun Jia!! …rape Yun Jia!! Ah!'
It seemed Yun Jia really couldn't stand this kind of play. Now she was crying and begging me. As for
why she was crying, maybe she was very sad, maybe she was very happy, maybe both.
'Alright, then Your Majesty will cook a penis feast for your good sister!' After saying that, I immediately started thrusting my penis.
'Ah!! Ah!! So good!!' "Deeper!! Brother!! Ah!!" Although she was crying out,
Yun Jia was clearly enjoying the pleasure she gained from being aroused to the point of extreme thirst; every
part that touched me contracted strongly, and soon Yun Jia and I once again offered each other proof of our love.
"Little sister, it's not over yet, you can't rest now." Saying this, I picked up Yun Jia and sat her back in the chair, letting
her straddle me.
"Brother...no...Yun Jia can't take it anymore..." Seeing that I was about to launch a third wave of attacks, Yun Jia turned pale with fright
.
"But I still want more."
"Brother, Yun Jia will have a palace maid help you relieve your fire...ah...ah! Brother...no!"
A palace maid? How can a palace maid be as beautiful as you? How can a palace maid be as sexy as you? Unless I see a palace maid who is more beautiful and more alluring than you
, until then, Yun Jia, you'd better accept your fate.

Chapter Four: National Politics and Major Plans
Author: xxt
Although I've had a lot of romantic escapades these past two days, I've still managed to maintain my good habit of waking up early; In the 3x century,
almost all jobs have been replaced by robots, and the focus of people's daily lives has shifted to pursuing
greater human well-being, which, to put it bluntly, means researching how to make idle days more enjoyable.
Of course, this includes humanity's most primal form of entertainment, namely sex; thus, thanks to
the painstaking research of numerous scientists, medical professionals, and physiologists, the so-called "unfailing erection and ability to have sex with a hundred women at night" is merely common sense and a basic requirement . A more advanced technique is how to ejaculate inside a woman
during her ovulation period without the aid of condoms or similar protection, without resulting in pregnancy. Unfortunately, humans are just that greedy, not letting go of even a single second of pleasure. At this rate, I seriously doubt that one day they'll develop technology that allows children to enjoy sex like adults, even though I've heard rumors that physiology and medical departments are conducting such research. And although in the 30th century, the so-called safe sex age had been lowered to 14 due to widespread and explosive sex education. So, what I've been engaging in these past few days—which by ancient standards would be considered unrestrained and excessive sexual activity —is just like running or swimming for me. I know my limits , I know what's good for my body, and what's bad. Sex is like running or swimming; as long as you warm up beforehand and avoid dangerous behaviors, there won't be any problems. Otherwise, even running or swimming can lead to cramps, suffocation, shock, or even a heart attack due to insufficient preparation . As I awoke, the sun had just begun to shine through the paper window, echoing the rooster's crow. Yun Jia, the beauty with whom I had indulged in debauchery for the past two days, was still fast asleep. Her dark, fine hair, like a cloud, cascaded across the pale green bodice beneath her, rising and falling slowly in the morning sun with her gentle, delicate breaths. Each rise and fall reflected a radiant vitality, just like the beautiful woman still lingering in her dreams—youthful , energetic, and… irresistibly sexy. I moved forward along the valleys revealed by the pale green silk, my hands encircling Yun Jia through the smooth bodice . At the same time, I found the point of desire behind her; above, the smooth, white plain; below, the rounded, pert flesh. "Mmm..." The sleeping beauty unconsciously shifted her body in my arms, the silken fabric of her breasts, bulging proudly high, pressing against the smooth, dark mounds of her nipples against my bare chest. The warm, comfortable stimulation spread and seeped into her bloodstream, accelerating circulation; very good, this was exactly the warm-up preparation my clone needed. I placed a deep, waking kiss on the sleeping beauty's rosy cherry lips. "Ah...Brother? So early? Eh...!" Yun Jia, awakened by my kiss, didn't remain drowsy for long before regaining consciousness , as the warm, tingling sensation throughout her body quickly banished her sleepiness, especially the hot, hard object between her legs, which made her feel flustered. "Good morning, my dear sister, shall we have some morning exercise?" I said, my clone already finding the entrance to today's designated morning exercise spot, just waiting for everything to be ready to begin. "No! No… Your Majesty, Yun Jia isn't feeling well today, she might be sick; Your Majesty isn't fully recovered either , please allow Yun Jia to return to her own palace to recuperate so as not to infect Your Majesty…" ('Marilyn, what illness does Yun Jia have? Can you cure her?') ('Miss Yun Jia isn't sick, her physiological scan readings are all normal, but her fatigue reading is slightly high .') So Yun Jia is afraid that having sex with me will be too tiring! I thought only men who don't understand sex would use illness as an excuse to avoid sex, I never thought that I, who always manage to make Yun Jia feel like she's in heaven, would encounter this kind of problem. Unfortunately, I am innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime, not for any other reason than that since the beginning of life, the female's task has been to attract males to play with her in order to fulfill the mission of procreation; because Yun Jia is a great beauty, since you are a great beauty, you can only obediently accept being played with by men! 'So the young lady is sick? Should I call the imperial physician to take a look?'

"No! Yun Jia just needs a rest, it's not a serious illness, Your Majesty doesn't need to worry... Ah
..." The tender green covering her snow-white body was removed by my hands, and the intimate contact between the two
made Yun Jia blush and her heart race.
"Then let Your Majesty treat your good sister's illness! I also know some methods of healing, which is a good way to repay your sister
for taking such good care of me these past two days." My lower body thrust forward slightly, and the tip of my penis pushed aside
the two tender petals of her garden, advancing a short distance. As I continued my circular movements, it began to stimulate
her already moist honey hole, causing it to gush out even more of its spring of pleasure.
"Ah... Your Majesty... Don't do this... Ah!!" Feeling the hot, swollen sensation begin to penetrate again, Yun Jia was startled and
hurriedly retreated; but with my hands pressing down on Yun Jia's full buttocks and pulling her tightly in a hug,
her lower body, which had retreated slightly, was immediately pushed towards the intruder. The rapidly penetrating, swollen sensation immediately ignited
the flames of desire in her lower body. Yun Jia knew that she had once again fallen into this vortex that she both loved and feared.
"Ah...! Your Majesty...please...deeper...harder...Yun Jia wants...ah!" Since there was no way to escape, Yun
Jia could only throw herself wholeheartedly into this frenzy; her sacrifice had to be rewarded, and that reward was gaining
the favor of the highest authority.
"Are you feeling better, sister? Is my medical skill alright?" I quickened the pace of my lower body's circular movements, occasionally
thrusting deeply into the deepest part of the spring.
"Ah...Brother...good...ah...so good...Yun Jia wants...acupuncture...ah...Brother..." Completely
consumed by lust, Yun Jia now clung to my neck, her body pressed tightly against my chest, her lower body thrusting wildly
to achieve greater pleasure.
"Then I'll give my good sister some acupuncture." I changed my circular movements, replacing them
with deep thrusts each time; however, I intentionally slowed down the rhythm of the thrusts, and instead of following a
straight path, I thrashed left and right like a bull in heat in a cage; each thrust
made Yun Jia gasp and tremble all over, not to mention the flood of love juices that flowed like a burst dam when pleasure surged and her long
, elastic legs that clung tightly to my waist.
"Oh...no...Yun Jia...will die...ah...Brother...Yun Jia...is going to come...ah ah...!" "
Now I'm starting to understand why incompetent emperors throughout history disliked attending court. Seeing this bunch of ministers,
it's really difficult to resist ordering them all dragged out and beheaded, especially since these ministers keep
babbling nonsense in your ear. They're clearly a cancer on the court, yet they consider themselves pillars of the nation. Their
habit of constantly resorting to threats is especially disgusting! Luckily, I'm from the 30th century; these ministers' seditious pronouncements
have no effect on me. But thinking about how ancient emperors had to endure this kind of indirect intimidation every day, I truly
feel sorry for them.
After the eunuch distributed the memorials I had reviewed yesterday, the ministers started to raise their objections:
'His Majesty hasn't reviewed any memorials at all!'
'Your Majesty, what does it mean by just crossing them out?'" "
This kind of complaint is alright; it's just that they don't understand the meaning of the crosses. There are even more outrageous ones:
'Your Majesty, my memorial contains invaluable advice. Ignoring it will lead to the downfall of the nation!'
'Your Majesty, please follow my advice immediately, or you will incur the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people!'
What do you mean by 'invaluable advice'? Is telling me to spend a fortune building a tomb and rewarding the officials considered invaluable advice? Please note, it's rewarding
the officials, not the entire nation! How dare you call this self-serving memorial invaluable advice? As for
the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people, that's out of the question. Would the people rebel if they didn't know the former emperor was dead?
Would they revolt if they weren't forced to observe mourning? Would Heaven be angered and aliens
invade if there weren't striptease and pole dancing?
'Enough!' Finally, my furious roar silenced all the officials. '
I have my own decisions on what to do and what to do; I don't need you to tell me!'" If I cross out or skip over a memorial, it means it's not
worth discussing further! Today I'm the emperor, not you. I don't care if your advice is invaluable; whatever I say,
you do! '
Your Majesty! Wise rulers throughout history have valued accepting advice and achieved prosperity through it. I beg Your Majesty to heed my advice
, practice virtuous governance, and never obstruct the path of the wise with your stubbornness, lest you bring about the downfall of the nation…'
'Accept advice? Of course I accept advice! The problem is, are these bullshit opinions you've raised even considered advice?
How can I accept advice without any decent suggestions?'
'Your Majesty! What I've offered are all invaluable…' '
Are you fucking done yet?!
' 'Invaluable advice, my foot! You think you're a loyal minister, a minister of advice, and that everything you say is invaluable
and I have to listen to it?'你先摸着自己良心问问看你的建议对国家有没有实质好
处，再问问看你的建议对人民有没有实质好处！如果你不知道有没有好处就上街
去问问人民的感想！忠臣谏臣不是自己说了算的！
Hearing my unbecoming imperial anger... Chapter

Five: Between the Old and the New
Author: xxt

Since I issued the order to submit the annual departmental plan within three days and pass it within seven days or face dismissal and investigation,
the ministers have been busy. They weren't busy with how to formulate the plan, but rather busy
gathering enough beautiful girls for the two ministers I had previously ordered to offer girls as atonement. Otherwise, if those two were dismissed and investigated
, they might face immediate execution. To save their colleagues, or perhaps
out of a sense of shared fate, or more likely hoping that I would become infatuated with the beauty of women
and forget the order to formulate a plan within three days, each minister
selected one or two suitable beauties from their own household to donate to their convicted colleagues. Therefore, the two convicted ministers soon
presented a total of seventy-two beautiful girls.
Upon hearing that two ministers had brought beautiful young girls as tribute to atone for their sins, I received them in the Imperial Garden.
"Hmm, well done. I didn't realize you were so efficient. Rise, both of you." Two ministers and seventy
-two beautiful young women knelt before me.
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Seeing my "rare" amiable expression, the two ministers were secretly pleased as they stood up
.
"Has the annual plan been finalized?"
Their smugness was short-lived, as I dealt them a heavy blow with this dreaded question, nearly causing them
internal injuries on the spot.
"Your Majesty, this… this subject is still working on the detailed plan."
"Then you may go and plan it properly. I won't take up any more of your time."

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