A modern office worker woke up to find that he had transmigrated to the Northern Song dynasty and become the famous Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji.
The Jingkang Disaster was just around the corner, factional strife plagued the court, and the Jin army was sharpening its blades. The rickety ship that was the Great Song was on the verge of sinking.
Zhao Ji slapped his thigh. "I don't want to rule with diligence, and I don't want to be some wise emperor for the ages. I just want to write and paint, and lie flat in peace!"
But who could have guessed that the more he wanted to lie flat, the more trouble came knocking?
To save his own skin, Zhao Ji had no choice but to act. Before he knew it, he had rescued the Great Song from the brink of extinction.
Because I wrote it myself, I give it full marks.