Failing to Become a Slacker in a World With Too Few Women

“Zhaozhao, I’m begging you. Please love me.” The once haughty, blood-soaked leader of the Falling Snow Pavilion knelt on the ground, taking the girl’s hand and pleading for her affection. “A-Zhao, whether you want me to or not, I’ll protect the road ahead of you.” The gentle, jade-like prime minister, as steadfast as a pine beneath snow, watched the girl’s retreating figure with a love too deep to hide. “Chu Zhao, I think I really do like you. I like you so, so much.” In the dead of night, the mighty emperor wrote letters he could never send. “Wherever you go, Master, I’ll go too. From now on, as long as I’m here, you’ll never have to suffer again.” The cool, clear-voiced youth followed behind the girl, standing ramrod straight, his face bright red. There was the young general campaigning far from home. The top scholar of the imperial examinations, renowned for his literary talent. The leader of a sect determined to roam the martial world. The leading figure of a famous pleasure house. Chu Zhao was a lonely ghost from another world who had died and drifted through a world with far more men than women before finally acquiring a body. She discovered she was in a world where men were respected and women were prized. Having died of overwork in her previous life, she was determined to spend this life as an utterly unremarkable slacker. But it seemed she failed at that, too. She even got involved with people she never would have expected, and now she couldn’t shake them no matter what she did.