Your Majesty, Don't Interrogate Me, the System Forces Me to Kiss You

I, a modern astronomer dressed as a loser and a concubine, was bound to a "star-gazing system" to predict the wind and rain on the battlefield, but I was treated as an enemy spy by the cold-faced God of War. Every time he interrogated me fiercely, the system would prompt: "The host's heartbeat is too fast, I suggest you give me a kiss to relieve the stress."