I bonded with an Emperor Simulator and transmigrated through the dynasties, experiencing life as each emperor firsthand.
The System prompted me: “Complete the tasks of governing the realm and earn imperial points.”
I headed straight for the imperial harem. I danced with Zhao Feiyan in the Pepper Chamber Hall of the Han palace, then listened to Li Yu play the pipa beside the Rouge Well in Southern Tang.
In the imperial garden during the Qianlong era, Empress Fucha gently advised me, “Your Majesty, state affairs must come first.”
I stroked her cheek. “The realm is so far away. Right now, I can only see the person before me.”
The System kept warning me that my points were running low, but I turned a deaf ear.
Not until the night the kingdom fell did Li Yu write lyrics through tears of blood, and Zhao Feiyan hang herself with a white silk sash.
On the morning I returned to reality, I sat dazed in a coffee shop, staring at the glass curtain wall.
The simulator screen glimmered faintly: “Would you like to activate Wise Ruler Mode?”
My fingertip hovered over the confirm button as the souls of fallen dynasties burned across my retinas.
