Su Huai became emperor.
This made no sense at all.
When it came to academics, he was no match for his eldest brother. When it came to martial arts, he was no match for his second brother. When it came to eloquence, he couldn't match his third brother. As for social skills, he couldn't hold a candle to his fifth brother either. Even his younger brothers all had their own talents. He was perfectly content to lie flat, thinking his role was simply to even out the family's intelligence and live an uneventful life, just like his name suggested.
And then he became emperor...
He seriously wondered if it was because he'd stepped out of the house left foot first that day. There was no other explanation.
Su Huai, who had carried his memories of a previous life as a corporate drone into this one and gone right back to work, felt his heart quietly shatter.
When did everything start going wrong?
Su Huai thought it must have begun that winter.
A neglected young prince suddenly had everything.
*
How hard could it be to raise a frail child who had already given up on life?
The civil and military officials of the Xuanhe court knew all too well.
Don't let him go hungry, don't let him get cold, don't scold him... Take it slow, teach him patiently... And, above all, don't raise your voice, don't reprimand him, don't...
They wished they could go back to their previous lives and drag to his feet the man who, pale-faced but smiling gently, had said, "If there is another life, let us build an enlightened age together," then give him a good scolding.
Do you have any idea how difficult you were as a child?!
But what could they do when they looked at the little one in front of them? They'd already taken him in, so they might as well keep raising him.
*
What they didn't know was that Su Huai had a simulation System.
Reborn as a modern person, Su Huai initially used it to simulate cola and potato chips... then watched TV dramas and lay flat. Later, he used it to simulate wheat growth and fertilizer production...
In the end... Idle Su Huai decided it was better used for pretending to be sick.
[I want to write a story about powerful people being reborn and raising the wise ruler they once served.]
Theme: Strive and work hard.
