Emperor Huizong of Song Lives in My House: Selling Calligraphy and Paintings Made Me a Tycoon

"What, you want me to live in the basement storage room? What's wrong with you, Aunt Lan? There are so many rooms in this house. Are you telling me there's nowhere for me to stay?!"

Lan Hong glanced at her stepson with contempt and said flippantly, "You graduated, and you've been living off the family and spending the family's money ever since. How did the Ximen family end up with a good-for-nothing like you? You should be grateful you can live in the storage room. Hmph, useless!" She left without looking back.

Basement storage room

"What should I paint today? Being alone all the time is so boring!" Ximen Yujie was asleep when he heard a noise. Reluctantly, he rubbed his eyes and forced them open, still drowsy. He would have been better off not looking, because what he saw nearly made him jump out of his skin!

The person before him wore a yellow crown and a plain cloth robe, with a dark brown wrap skirt underneath. The robe was open at the front, edged in black all around. He wore black shoes and white socks.

Startled by the strangely dressed figure, Ximen Yujie took a closer look at his face and cried out, "Emperor Huizong of Song!"

Zhao Ji looked at the young man before him with excitement and said, "Young man, you can see me?!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.