Xie Xingzhou is praised by the world as a jade-faced Zhuge, a man whose schemes run deep as the sea and whose sleeves conceal the universe. No one knows that those broad sleeves hide more than the universe: they also conceal a pair of fists the size of sandbags.
He transmigrates with a head full of modern knowledge, vowing to bring peace for all time to a chaotic age ruled by powerful clans and treacherous ministers.
In his first life, he poured his heart and soul into his work. But just as the rebellion reached the palace gates, his lord suddenly repented and said he wanted to return to his fief to farm and retire.
In his second life, he strategized and maneuvered across the realm, only for the king to heed slander and insist on leading the campaign himself. He ended up dead in enemy territory, a foreign student in the afterlife.
Xie Xingzhou: Damn these two idiots! I'm done putting up with them!
In his third life, he finally understood.
To hell with being a gentle scholar! I don't need the credit for helping a dragon ascend. I'll raise my own dragon!
Later... he pins the future emperor, a little ruler destined to lose his kingdom, to his desk and raises a fist at him. "Your Majesty, would you like to learn to be a wise ruler?"
The little emperor, bruised and swollen: "Royal Tutor, I'll learn..."
Later, the Golden Throne Hall becomes his arena.
A censor insults him? He fires back, "Is your mother well?" then quotes the classics and argues until his opponent is so enraged that his blood pressure spikes.
A treacherous minister misleads the ruler? He slaps him so hard his hand whistles through the air, putting into practice the saying that good advice is hard to hear.
A general shows disloyalty? He brings out his jade tablet and gives him a hands-on lesson in the ritual propriety of the civilized nation, wham, wham, wham...
The officials of the court: A living hellspawn!
The ruler on the throne looks troubled. "Royal Tutor, if you beat them, you can't beat me anymore, you know..."
Then, on the night of the palace coup, blades turn toward Xie Xingzhou.
The officials expect the overbearing regent to finally show fear.
Instead, they see the ruler, who has always stayed behind the scenes, slowly undo the ties of his imperial robe, revealing armor beneath.
Everyone in the hall draws a sharp breath.
The young ruler, whom the entire court has treated as a mere shadow of the Royal Tutor, now stands before the blades, his broad figure shielding his Royal Tutor. His eyes are cold as he says, "You want to kill my Royal Tutor. Have you asked the blade in my hand for permission?"
Later, the official histories record: The age of prosperity began with Chancellor Xie's iron fists and was brought to its height by the emperor's favor and devotion toward him.
That night, the young ruler kisses the calluses on Xie Xingzhou's fingertips and declares in a low voice, "The empire is mine, and so is my Royal Tutor."
[An absurdly powerful transmigrated bottom × A possessive, wolfish emperor top whom he raises himself; younger top, equally matched and devoted to each other.]
Theme: Give the people a foundation for their hearts, and bring peace to all generations.
