I’m the Ultimate Poison Strategist, and the Empress Calls Me the Living Yama

Zhao Yuan transmigrates to Great Yun, just as the Empress is making an example of someone by going after his father. Fortunately, the Empress values talent. So he offers himself up as a poison strategist! Empress: “We're in the middle of a war. The garrison doesn't have enough food, and the starving people are about to riot. What should we do?” Zhao Yuan: “The food's practically jumping into our hands. Why not go pick it up?” Empress: “Ruthless!” Empress: “The city lacks military supplies, and the garrison can't repel the enemy. What should we do?” Zhao Yuan: “After stripping the flesh from the bones, there should be corpse oil left. Dismantle the houses of those food supplies, move them inside the city, and use them as rolling logs and stones to repel the enemy. Then douse them in corpse oil, set them alight, and hurl them into the enemy ranks. That way, nothing goes to waste, and we get military supplies too.” The Empress watches Zhao Yuan calmly lay out such a vicious plan, and the corner of her mouth twitches. “I've found myself a living King of Hell!”