My Strategist Is Always Slacking Off

[Brooding, cold emperor top x Proud, sickly beauty bottom]

Ye Ying, a struggling PhD student, never imagined that one day he would transmigrate, let alone into the body of a tyrant's male favorite from history.

As the kingdom fell, he looked at the black spear held to his throat, his gaze gradually moving upward

The man was nine chi tall, with sinister features, looking down at him in disdain.

Before the blade could cut his throat, Ye Ying shouted at the top of his lungs: "General! Do you want the world? I can win it for you!"

Those words made the decisive, bloodthirsty general freeze on the spot.

Ye Ying didn't know whether the man believed him. He only knew he was safe for now.

Only after calming down did he remember the man before him, and the spear in his hand.

Xiao Huan. The Dragon-Soaring Cavalry. The living King of Hell who slaughtered cities without blinking.

He knew the fate of the original Ye Ying: he helped Emperor Xiwu, Xiao Huan, ascend the throne and served him with all his might, only to be falsely accused of being a Southern Dynasty spy and executed by public beheading.

All he had wanted was to be a lazy, unambitious fish, slacking off at work and sleeping once he got home.

But after witnessing the horrors of the chaotic age with his own eyes, he couldn't bear to watch the people suffer and the realm fall into ruin.

He decided to restore peace to the land.

Other transmigrators all have a golden finger, but he has only professional knowledge and the constitution of a lucky charm.

After he became Xiao Huan's adviser, something miraculous happened:

Ye Ying's luck was no ordinary thing. With him by Xiao Huan's side

Xi Yan surrendered. Qing Qi surrendered. Xi Liang surrendered too.

Even Gao Shuo, the emperor of Northern Qi, wrote an abdication decree overnight and insisted on handing the throne to Xiao Huan, as if the throne were a hot potato.

The people who received relief proclaimed him Chancellor, their voices thundering. From then on, the name "Chancellor Ye" spread throughout the land.

The first time Xiao Huan saw Ye Ying, he was dressed in a crimson gauze robe, frail and delicate. Xiao Huan took him for nothing more than a lowly male favorite.

Until this mere male favorite brazenly promised him the world.

Xiao Huan could have ended Ye Ying's life with one stroke, but instead he grew interested in this treacherous minister who had brought a nation into turmoil.

The black spear stopped just short of his throat and could not advance another inch.

On the day of his enthronement, Xiao Huan basked in the obeisance of the masses as ministers and officials served him with bowed heads.

But as soon as he returned to his bedchamber, he saw the famous top strategist of the realm lying on the bed, black hair and snow-white skin, dressed in white as bright as snow, playing with a grasshopper woven from straw.

When Ye Ying saw him return, he immediately ordered, "What are you standing there for? Bring me water! I want to wash my feet!"

"...All right."

"Massage my shoulders. They hurt so much."

"...All right."

"My eyes hurt from reading. Read to me."

"...All right."

Only then did Ye Ying let him climb into bed, secretly laughing to himself:

This tyrant may be cold-faced, but how is he such a hopeless romantic?

[Reader's Guide]

· One-on-one, happy ending | Soul transmigration | Both leads are formidable | Alternate history (institutions and political intrigue inspired by the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties. My knowledge is limited, so please don't nitpick the history.)

· Serious in tone, with both sweet and angsty moments

· Not both chaste; the bottom has a natural ability to attract admirers

`Old-school melodramatic flavor. Please steer clear if that's not for you.

· This is a brutal era, a story filled with blood and fire. I'm sorry if it upsets you.

Theme: Creating light in a dark, chaotic age, standing firm and keeping one's country and people close to heart.