The Tyrant Is Still Scraping by Today

*^_^* Xie Muyu transmigrates into a tyrant in a novel that's still in the preorder stage. The moment he arrives, he orders someone executed during the morning court.

According to the novel's blurb, the tyrant is ground to dust just three months after ascending the throne.

He trembles with fear. He'd be better off dying right now.

Just as despair sets in, a jumble of voices reaches his ears. The officials keep their mouths shut, but their minds are in an uproar.

He can hear what every official is thinking. How is that any different from having a cheat skill?

He's overjoyed! There's hope.

Oh-ho! You treacherous ministers, every last one of you is getting executed!

But in the blink of an eye, he wants to die again.

One got away!

The prime minister, Song Jinyan, has a cool, handsome appearance and a calm expression. His mind is just as strangely silent.

According to the setting, the prime minister appears to assist the cannon-fodder tyrant, but is actually a confidant of the emperor's uncle, and the two are lovers.

The prime minister notices him staring and looks up. His eyes are clear, and his voice is alluring. "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with me?"

Wrong? Very wrong!

"What do you think, my dear minister? Should this man be executed?"

The man condemned to die thinks: The prime minister will surely protect me. I'm the prince's man.

But the prime minister's lips curve into a smile. "This man deserves nothing but death."

Xie Muyu's mouth twitches. "...Take him away and execute him."

Song Jinyan is reborn, only to discover that he can hear the current emperor's thoughts. He plans to use the emperor to strip the prince of his power, piece by piece, and swears to make the faithless man suffer a terrible end.

But later, in the imperial study, the emperor pretends to review memorials, while his once-restrained gaze grows more and more brazen. His thoughts are all over the place, too:

[What incense is he wearing today... It smells so good.]

[Even reading memorials, he looks so good. Tsk. Such pale wrists...]

[Did he just glare at me? That's so hot.]

At last, the emperor's gaze lingers far too long on the prime minister's slightly open collar.

His noisy thoughts ring clear and heated in Song Jinyan's ears: If only I could pin the prime minister beneath me...

The tip of his brush stills. Then he stands and walks straight to the imperial desk. Under the emperor's suddenly rigid gaze, he pins him down.

"It seems, Your Majesty, that you don't yet understand..."

"I like being on top."

1. Xie Muyu: a timid yet bold man with a busy inner monologue vs. Song Jinyan: cool, calculating, and celibate

2. At first, he was terrified of him. Later, he couldn't help himself.

Blurb written on 2026.3.16, screenshot saved as proof

Theme: Cherish life and strive to live.