After the Tyrant Conceives Through Intimacy

After the emperor, who never did a day's work and rarely held court, fell gravely ill, his waist and belly began to swell. The useless quacks at the Imperial Medical Academy told him he was pregnant!

The chief imperial physician trembled as he spoke. "Your Majesty's child was bestowed by Heaven. It must be nourished by the purest, most yang energy in the world. Otherwise... both father and child will die."

With the simple logic that if he couldn't be happy, no one else should be either, the mad emperor waved a hand.

"Fine. Let the ministers of the Six Ministries take turns keeping me company. Whoever performs best can let the child take his surname."

The ministers who heard the news: ????

The imperial exams never said that passing meant having to attend the emperor's bed! Attend his bed? Even a dog wouldn't do it. We studied hard for over a decade to serve our country with all our hearts, not to become the emperor's favorites!

"I wouldn't normally dare look upon Your Majesty's face, but seeing you yesterday, I was struck by your noble and handsome bearing."

"The day before yesterday, Your Majesty showed concern for my tongue. You asked me so many questions, then asked if I still wanted to keep it. Your Majesty is so considerate of your officials. We are truly fortunate."

"That's nothing. His Majesty even wanted me to enter the palace and serve at his side. Though it seems something might have to be removed first."

"Your Majesty..."

Everyone said the emperor was benighted, forcing the pillars of the state to serve him in bed. Such tyranny and foolishness were signs of a kingdom on the verge of collapse.

In a dimly lit room, Xu Yin, the chief councilor, was kneeling on the bed. A man of noble bearing, he had suffered this humiliation for no reason. He coaxed, "Your Majesty, I beg you, please stop looking for other people, all right?"

The emperor lifted his eyelids and cursed weakly, "Get lost."

The chief councilor smiled and bent to kiss him. "I, too, have long admired Your Majesty."

Xu Yin was young and strikingly handsome. When he first entered officialdom, an old minister stared at him for a long time, visibly shaken.

Only later did Xu Yin learn that his rapid promotion wasn't just because of his outstanding abilities, which made him a useful blade for the emperor to divide the court. It was also because he looked like the Marquis of Qiyi.

The Marquis of Qiyi was born the same year as the emperor. He excelled in both letters and arms and shared a deep, childhood friendship with the emperor. His only flaw was that he died too young.

Now that the chief councilor enjoyed the emperor's favor, he had two worries. The smaller one was that, with him setting an example, the officials were following suit, and the improper trend of offering themselves to repay the emperor's kindness was growing ever more rampant.

The greater one was that the Marquis of Qiyi wasn't dead.

As Xu Yin gently stroked his emperor's long hair, he calmly considered: Should I make sure he really dies?

Later, the emperor purged corrupt officials, reclaimed his power, and ruled directly. The realm became peaceful and prosperous.

Xiao Yu looked at Xu Yin. "Much of what happened back then was a matter of expedience. I put you through too much." His eyes curved into a smile. For the first time, the ever-temperamental emperor looked relaxed and cheerful. "From now on, you needn't put yourself out to serve me in bed."

Before he could finish, his own official wrapped both arms around his waist. "Your Majesty," he heard Xu Yin say, his voice trembling, "you can't... You can't do without me."

A refined, hypocritical, sly chief councilor gong x a beautiful, sharp-tongued, mad emperor shou

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