The Perfect Imperial Consort: The Proud Empress Surrenders to Me Night After Night

[Transmigration, alternate history, multiple heroines, no System]

Qin Lang, a renowned thoracic surgeon at a top-tier hospital, wakes up to find that he has gone from being a respected specialist to a promising new member of the Beggars’ Sect. The most valuable thing he owns is the chipped, battered bowl in his hand.

To make matters worse, the empress’s imperial decree calling for a husband is plastered right over his head. The officials seize him without a word, not even giving him time to tidy himself up.

“Guards! This man is a spy from another country. Drag him away and chop off his head!”

Empress Feng Qingcheng is renowned for her beauty and decisive in battle. She is seeking a husband for one reason only: “keep the child, get rid of the father.”

Seeing how things are going, Qin Lang realizes he’s in serious trouble. In a flash of inspiration, he blurts out, “Your Majesty, you’re ill. I can cure you!”

With silver needles in hand, he has the medical skills to back it up.

He brews liquor that puts the finest spirits to shame and writes poems that leave the entire city speechless.

At court, he verbally spars with the ministers until he makes the regent cough up three mouthfuls of blood. The civil and military officials all try to steer clear of him.

[This royal consort is a menace. Best not to mess with him!]

The empress keeps saying, “Drag him away and chop off his head,” yet night after night she finds herself unable to resist his tenderness.

A shield consort from a beggar’s background, dealt a disastrous hand from the start, somehow turns it all into an enviable life.

But with the court’s powerful nobles watching him like hawks and the empress above him keeping her distance, Qin Lang can only sigh: “It’s not easy living off the royal family.”