Good news: I transmigrated!
Bad news: I transmigrated into the body of that scummy son-in-law, Long!
Hong Li, a modern office drone, dies after working overtime all night and wakes up as Hongli. And not just any Hongli, but the worst version of him: afraid of his concubines, afraid of eunuchs, afraid of the Mongols?
They say Heaven has a kind heart. Well, I'm going to give our ancestors a slap and earn some good karma for the whole clan!
Once I'm emperor, I'll hit whoever I want. Got a problem? Fight me one-on-one!
Qingying, can you uninstall that pout? If not, want me to mute you myself?
One eunuch keeps going on about how loyal he is to the Consort Yi. If you're so devoted, stop serving me and go serve your Consort Yi!
Forty-nine Mongol tribes? They aren't even as big as one piece of the Qing Empire. Where'd you get that ridiculous sense of superiority?
My Forbidden City is for normal people only. If you're not normal, get ready for me to knock you flying!
Note: This is my first fanfic based on a TV series. I'll try to follow the plot. I'm going completely off the rails, but my mental state is totally fine.
