The Sage Grandson of Great Ming: I Just Want to Lie Flat, So Stop Uncovering My Secrets

I, Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of the Great Ming emperor, am a veteran office drone who transmigrated. I have only two dreams in life: first, to fake my death by “accidentally falling into the water” two years from now and escape; second, to buy a thousand mu of fertile land in Jiangnan, marry eighteen wives, and lie flat for good. But at my eighth-birthday banquet, a book called The Future of China: A Record of Great Achievements fell from the sky and named me a divine monarch chosen by Heaven. It immediately demanded that I synthesize penicillin at the age of nine. Seeing the feverish look in my grandfather's eyes, the emperor who has slaughtered countless people, I am forced onto a suicidal path of using rotten oranges, moldy steamed buns, and modern chemistry to bluff the iron-blooded ruler. Help! I really just want to lie flat. I don't want to become some emperor for the ages! Besides, I don't even know how to do a penicillin allergy test!