The Laid-Back Princess Consort: The Regent Insists on Raising Me to Be Useless

[Ultimate couch potato who gives up × all-powerful, utterly devoted ruler] [Exclusive couple, impossibly sweet] [Lie-flat wish-fulfillment story]

Overworked office worker Shen Qingyue dies from working herself to the bone and wakes up as the capital's most esteemed young lady, who had been worked to death trying to live up to her “perfect” reputation.

Given a second life, she immediately gives up: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? Can't do them! Early-morning greetings? Not happening! Banquets and socializing? I'm out! Her motto: lying flat is justice!

In a corner of the palace banquet, she dozes off and drools, only to catch the eye of Xiao Che, the cold-faced regent who holds the empire in his hands. This “living King of Hell,” who keeps women at arm's length, actually finds this shameless little couch potato...refreshingly amusing?

From then on, her lazy life gets a major upgrade:

Noble ladies mock her? Before she can even respond, the regent says a few casual words, and their families leave the capital overnight.

Forced to perform? She halfheartedly plays a lullaby, and the regent says, “Wonderful! Reward her!”

Top-tier treats? Tribute lychees and hot pot prepared by the imperial chefs keep arriving. “I can't finish it all. You have some.”

Special privileges? She gets an iron token and an extravagant private residence that's become her sacred afternoon-nap spot!

The court is thrown into turmoil, and every faction fights tooth and nail. Xiao Che, frazzled and exhausted, seeks her out to “recharge,” only to hear her grumble as she munches on grapes: “Make them split the profits. Whoever causes trouble gets kicked out!”

One sentence is all it takes to awaken the ruler to a solution! With the crisis resolved, the regent's carriage pulls up right at the marquis's residence. “I will marry you.”

Shen Qingyue bristles. “Getting married is exhausting for a fish! No way!”

Xiao Che leans down, his eyes full of indulgence reserved just for her. “You'll be the only one in my household. I'll take care of everything. The rules? I am the rules.”

Looking at her upgraded paradise, the couch potato hooks out her little finger. “...Deal!”

Later, everyone in the capital knows that all the regent, who can turn the world upside down with a wave of his hand, ever wanted was to spoil the little couch potato in his palm rotten, letting her sleep peacefully without a care for the rest of her life.