Yang Guang opened his eyes and found himself Emperor Yang of Sui, the tyrant, fool, and lecher cursed for a thousand years.
Before he could even swear, an arrow flew past his ear and lodged in the dragon throne.
Assassinated on his very first day after transmigrating. Now that's an exciting start.
The good news: in his previous life, he was a product director at a major internet company, specializing in user growth and emotional design. The bad news: the users he had to manage now were three thousand officials, the people of thirty-six provinces, and a pack of Guanzhong aristocrats eyeing him like hungry wolves.
Yang Guang grinned. “A product manager becomes emperor? I know this playbook.”
From then on, he was an old fox at court: using MVP thinking to drive reform, KPI assessments to take on the powerful clans, and maximum pressure to put down rebellions. In the harem, he was a tender ladies' man: the dignified and elegant Empress Xiao, the cool and ethereal Lady Xuanhua, the gifted young Changsun Wugou, the fiery beauty Wu Nan... He charmed every one of them until they were utterly devoted to him.
Some called him a tyrant.
Others called him a wise ruler.
Only his women knew that this man, forever tossing around modern jokes, spent his days building an empire and his nights charming beauties, somehow turning a crumbling dynasty into a thousand-year golden age.
Build the empire, charm the beauties. That's what transmigrators are meant to do.
