Zhao Yunliang can’t be bothered to write…
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I, Zhao Yunliang, am a modern office drone. My soul transmigrates to the Northern Song during Emperor Renzong’s reign, and I become Zhao Yunliang, the notorious second son of Prince Rong, Zhao Yuanyan.
At twenty-two, unmarried, I spend every day thinking about cockfighting, walking dogs, drinking, and having fun. I have no interest whatsoever in the tedious affairs of court.
When I open my eyes and see this playboy persona, I’m overjoyed. I call out to the System, begging it to be my dad, but there isn’t a single golden finger in sight. So I give up completely and settle in for a life of leisure.
At a pleasure house in Kaifeng, I belt out “That Night,” earning a furious scolding from Censor Li: “What kind of behavior is this?” I promptly beat him up on the spot.
Who could have guessed that one careless remark at a banquet for the imperial clan would leave the ministers with me firmly in their clutches? With no other choice, Emperor Zhao Zhen sends me off to Hebei to provide disaster relief.
At court, Li Song impeaches me for improper conduct, and I give him a perfectly reasonable tongue-lashing. On the disaster-relief front, I brandish my golden token and slap the evasive officials around until they’re dazed. I use the accounts to threaten them into letting the troops seize grain, showing no mercy in my ruthless methods.
After the disaster is brought under control, I return to the capital, thinking I can go back to enjoying myself. Instead, Zhao Zhen dumps me in a military weapons workshop under the Ministry of Works as a low-ranking official of the eighth grade.
But what difference does a workshop make? I carry on slacking off and cutting corners, looking for a chance to sneak out and enjoy myself. How could a petty official post tie down my laid-back life!
