My Imperial Seal Has Resigned

Study influencer Yun Yi had just left a stationery expo when a deranged Taoist priest ran straight into her.

He babbled, "Purple qi comes from the east, and you bear the aura of a dragon. You were born to be emperor."

Yun Yi said, "Me, the second Wu Zetian? Then I'd better get to bed early tonight."

After all, anything can happen in a dream.

The Taoist priest pulled out a notebook bearing a yellow talisman. "For just 666 yuan, I'll make your imperial dream come true."

"Nice one, bro." Yun Yi grabbed his Taoist robe with her left hand and pointed at the scattered cultural merchandise with her right. "Pay me back!"

After that, every time she fell asleep, she dreamed of a man in imperial robes.

The dreams were continuous, like a TV series.

■ Season One

The imperial study.

The dog emperor smacked her butt, and Yun Yi reluctantly dropped into his lap.

He gripped her shoulders tightly. From above her head came his near-mad muttering: "Kill them. Kill them all."

■ Season Two

The emperor was a workaholic. Yun Yi, whose soul had entered the imperial seal, became a worker on the printing line.

She was exhausted, sticky all over, with ink all over her butt.

There was no pay, and her benefits had been cut to zero.

Forced to share a bed with the emperor, Yun Yi said, "I can't pay the bills with your good looks. I want my wages!"

■ Season Three

An official from the Ministry of Rites discovered that the imperial edict summoning candidates for the selection had been drowned in ink.

Not only had someone scribbled all over the emperor's name, there were also strange simplified characters in the blank spaces of the edict.

[Only thirty candidates? Is the Yan Dynasty about to fall? Are you broke? Why not marry thirty thousand wives? For the next eighty-two years of your life, you can be a groom every single night!]

After court, Xiao Zhi couldn't find his imperial seal.

His great imperial seal had gone on strike.

Xiao Zhi's wish in this life was to not be emperor.

The era before him wasn't bad. Wars didn't require armies of thousands, giant birds flew in the sky, and dogs had steel bones and could even shake their butts.

Only, the dark-skinned foreigner in front of him was speaking bird language.

"I, the emperor..."

Yun Yi clapped a hand over his mouth and told the foreign teacher, "My husband has damaged his brain playing emperor."

She tried reasoning with him. "I spent forty thousand on one-on-one IELTS lessons. Please, let's study properly, okay?"

Xiao Zhi closed the heavenly book. "Abandon. Let's study something else."

"No! I'm a study influencer! If you don't study, how are we going to earn money?" Yun Yi steadied him, then appealed to his feelings. "How are we going to support the three and a half people outside the door?"

Outside the classroom, three pairs of bright, eager eyes.

A guard addicted to being a ninja, a eunuch who wanted to live life as a bottom, and a pregnant palace maid.

Short on time, with a lot to do, they had to make money!

Xiao Zhi said, "My tomb is at XXX. Shall we dig it up tonight? There's a good amount of burial treasure."

Yun Yi's face turned cold. "I'll sign you up for another class, this time in law."

"I am the law!"

"...Keep this up and the psychiatric hospital will come take you away!"

● Both leads are sexually inexperienced. Happy ending. The palace maid's pregnancy has nothing to do with the male lead!

Sneak peek at an upcoming story

After an unexpected dream, Bo Shuyu shared the senses of her fifteen-years-older self.

"I" smiled happily. "Today is my tenth wedding anniversary with my hubby!"

The "me" from fifteen years in the future babbled on in words I couldn't understand.

"We've been married forever, but I still get embarrassed when he kisses me!"

My hair stood on end. Bo Shuyu, why are you even more lovestruck as you get older?

I could complain all I wanted, but I still listened quietly as "I" shared stories about married life.

That is, until a deep, tender voice drifted over.

"Babe~"

I looked toward the voice.

Deep in the garden, "my" husband stood in the orange-red sunset, leaning forward slightly with his arms spread wide.

My feet ran toward him of their own accord.

A groundhog was shrieking inside me: I've never even touched a man's chest muscles. Don't hug him, don't hug him!

Yet I charged forward like a cannonball and slammed straight into his chest.

"Target down~" He gave a wicked grin, caught me, and fell backward with me in his arms.

The world turned upside down. The sunset raced past, and I got a mouthful of grass.

We rolled several times before he pinned me beneath him, leaving me unable to move.

A necklace hung from his neck, its pendant a diamond chess piece.

I recognized it instinctively: the king in chess.

"Honey?" He rubbed my forehead with the tip of his chin. "Did you get a concussion?"

…

Two knocks. Bo Shuyu woke with a start.

Someone held a chess piece between two fingers and tapped it impatiently against the board.

Its owner's skin was nearly white, making his pale lips look softly pink.

"What... is this?" His Chinese was a total mess.

"Chess," Bo Shuyu said awkwardly.

Beneath his dark chestnut hair, emotion nearly spilled from his gray-blue eyes. "I asked, chess, what is it called?"

She had recognized the piece in her dream, even if she were reduced to ash. But when she tried to say its name, all that came out was, "General, marshal, cannon... uh..."

Cen Jiayue tossed the piece aside, sending the others clattering across the board.

He stood up and said something in English to the butler.

Bo Shuyu heard him clearly.

"Fire this fraud. Right now."

Theme: An ancient emperor travels to the modern era and becomes a workaholic.