The Grand Tutor Has Gone Mad! Plotting Rebellion by Day, Spoiling Me by Night?

[Two male leads + two Systems + ancient setting with a fresh twist + daily split-personality chaos + younger wolfdog + pure love] Guys, does anyone understand this?! One day, I transmigrated into Shen Lin, the Grand Tutor who held power over the entire court. I’d planned to lie flat and enjoy a peaceful retirement, but two rival Systems drove me to the brink of collapse! On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, the male-oriented power fantasy System takes over. I have to don armor, wield a blade, and set my sights on the throne, vowing to overthrow the emperor and rule the world. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, the palace intrigue System for women’s fiction takes charge. I have to do my brows, compete for favor, and navigate the imperial harem, determined to climb into the emperor’s bed and become empress. On the one day I get to myself, Sunday, Shen Lin can finally catch his breath. But the more he thinks about it, the more alarmed he gets. Yesterday he was forcing his way into the palace to commit treason, and the next day he’s in the palace competing for favor and serving the emperor?! His head is practically on the chopping block every single day! Go on strike? The two Systems shock him until he questions his own existence, leaving him no room to fight back. Worse yet, why is Xiao Heng, the younger emperor he raised with his own hands, looking at him more and more like a ravenous wolf about to pounce? Watching his Grand Tutor switch every other day between “treasonous minister bent on killing the emperor” and “coquettish palace guest vying for favor,” the young emperor can no longer hide the obsession and possessiveness in his eyes. Treason or competing for favor, it doesn’t matter. If you want to overturn my throne or climb into my bed, take your pick! One day, the Grand Tutor finally came clean and declared he was done. The young emperor, however, went mad with desire. The fleeing Grand Tutor was pinned against a wall, trembling, as the young emperor whispered in his ear: “My dear Grand Tutor, you climbed into my bed, you seduced me, and you seized the realm. Now you want to run? Too late!” And so, beneath the warm red wedding curtains, the emperor stopped attending morning court…