Your Majesty, Let's Put Off the Fall of the Kingdom for Now

Transmigrated into the body of the last tyrant, Shen Zhao spends every day waiting for his kingdom to fall.

He executes ministers, clings to his royal uncle, and phones it in at court. As the dynasty teeters on the brink, he's even written his abdication edict in advance.

But the next day, every official kneels before him. "Your Majesty is wise!"

The treasury is full, the borders are secure, and even the neighboring enemy kingdom has sent a letter of surrender.

Shen Zhao: ?

In a panic, he rushes back to his bedchamber to find the culprit: his imperial uncle, the regent, who supposedly helped him onto the throne with one hand and saved the dynasty with the other.

The candlelight flickers. The man raises a pair of shadowy eyes and asks in a husky voice:

"Your Majesty, have you come to kill me, the traitor who betrayed the kingdom?"

Shen Zhao: "...Uncle, I've come to discuss renewing our contract."

The tyrant wants to quit, but someone won't let him go.

Theme: Your Majesty, let's put the grand project of losing the kingdom on hold for now.