I’ve Granted You a Marriage, So Why Are You Still Begging Me to Reconsider?

[First novel, a little messy, low rating for a new book] The previous emperor was infuriated to death by the entire court of civil officials, who kept threatening to die in protest. Zhou Yue, a science and engineering student, unexpectedly transmigrates and becomes the unlucky fellow in the Great Zhou's Golden Throne Hall, getting sprayed in the face with spit.

Facing a whole court of stubborn fools ready to smash their necks against the pillars, Zhou Yue smiles faintly. "Want to die? Granted. But, my dear minister, you have no children, and I am deeply distressed. Guards, arrange a marriage between that eighty-year-old Censor Wang (a different person, an old fossil and pedant) and General Ma, commander of the capital's outskirts garrison!"

Censor: Your Majesty, I am a man! A man!

Zhou Yue: What, are men not worthy of true love? Imperial physicians, set up a research project on that "secret recipe for having children"! My dear old minister, you're old and your backside is loose. With a general to protect you, you won't have to worry about nursing-home attendants slapping you later.