Your Majesty Hasn't Died Today Either

[No rebirth, no transmigration, just a contest to see who has fewer scruples.]

The whole realm thinks Su Can is a feeble, useless emperor.

They don’t know that the Regent’s spies have become his eyes and ears, that he quietly switched the recipe for the tonics sent by the Grand Empress Dowager, or that the famous cup of cassia-seed tea from the Grand Princess… ahem, that was purely an accident.

He watches coolly as this crowd fights to the death right under his nose, keeping his own merits well hidden. All he hopes for is to build up enough capital to “clock out” safely from the throne as soon as possible.

But just as he finally puts everything in place, fakes his death, and prepares to embrace the retirement he has always dreamed of, the man he personally helped reach the pinnacle of power shatters his pastoral fantasy.

Xiao Yi, eyes red, holds him captive in his arms, his voice hoarse and dangerous:

“Your Majesty, you want to leave the game halfway through? Did you ask what I think?”