“Your Majesty, you mustn’t! Since time immemorial, no son has ever passed the throne to his father.”
“I’m the one making the rules. Uh, I mean, I’m the emperor. My word is law. This isn’t up for discussion.”
A son making his father the Retired Emperor? Wouldn’t that violate the natural order?
The assembled ministers hurriedly debated the matter.
Retired Emperor? Ye Feng’s lips curled when he heard the title. It sounded great. There was no way he was becoming emperor. That job was a miserable chore. Being the Retired Emperor sounded much better.
His father looked down on him, didn’t he? Well, he’d pass the throne to him in return. Let’s see how he likes getting face-slapped!
In the third month of Jianwen Year 15, the reigning emperor used a marriage decree as a pretext to strip the feudal lords of their power, pushing the Ye family to the brink of rebellion.
To keep the emperor at ease and buy time for their uprising, the Ye family sent Ye Feng, the son Ye Qizhang had the least faith in, to the capital. Little did they know that he was a transmigrator who could travel between two worlds.
Ye Feng drew the attention of every faction as soon as he arrived in the capital. Through a series of misunderstandings, everything he did was read far too deeply, even relieving himself in public being taken as a sign of some hidden design. Amid the power struggles, he somehow ended up on the throne. As a modern-day corporate drone, Ye Feng’s only goal in this life was to enjoy himself. Not even a dog would take the emperor’s job.
