Lying Flat in the Heavenly Prison, I Become a God, and the Empress Begs Me to Come to Work

In the Great Xia Dynasty, the ninth level of the Heavenly Prison was dim and damp, so quiet that the only sound was water dripping and slowly wearing away stone. Jiang Hao lay sprawled on a pile of hay that could barely be called a "bed," legs crossed and a stalk of rice grass between his teeth. He gazed at the iron window overhead, which let in only a sliver of moonlight, his expression clear and... serene. Think of Jiang Hao: after transmigrating to this world ten years ago, he had worked tirelessly, pouring his heart and soul into helping Princess Xia Ningbing, who had once been as downtrodden as a weed. He helped her battle corrupt ministers, pacify the vassal kings, and wipe out the demonic sects, until he had personally raised her to the throne. And what happened? On the third day after the empress took the throne, she...