I'll Be a Lucky Omen, Not a Treacherous Official

Kept on 2026.6.6

In the Golden Hall, the Imperial Guards acted on command and shot the young chancellor dead on the spot.

The assembled officials were horrified and hurriedly prostrated themselves.

The young emperor, Zhao Yuheng, wore an impassive expression, as if looking down on some insignificant object.

Born into one of the most powerful noble families, the young chancellor was renowned for his stunning looks and unmatched talent, but he had exploited the people, framed loyal officials, and committed countless evils.

Now disgraced and ruined, his downfall brought satisfaction to all.

Ji Wei, a university student from the 21st century, finished reading the novel and couldn't help lamenting what happened.

Then he transmigrated into the childhood of the treacherous chancellor.

Recalling Ji Yuewei's youth, spent studying day and night with a beam suspending his hair and an awl pricking his thigh, Ji Wei thought: ???

Forget it. He'd rather slack off.

During the Sukang era, Ji Yuewei, only grandson of Duke Ji, a founding noble who had helped the emperor ascend the throne, was famous far and wide. Naturally mischievous, the child spent his days playing and causing trouble, leading the sons of chancellors, generals, and marquises in all sorts of pranks against their tutors.

Yet this little devil was as pretty as a painted doll, with bright eyes and white teeth. When he smiled, his eyes curved into crescents. Children his age followed him around like little tails, and even the emperor and empress couldn't resist scooping him up for a cuddle.

Ji Yuewei: Why be a chancellor? Being a pampered rich wastrel is the life.

One day, Duke Ji took Ji Yuewei to inspect his fief. Ji Yuewei muttered, "In a few days, swarms of awful flying bugs will come and eat the crops."

The duke thought he was joking, but still told the villagers to harvest their crops early. Not long afterward, a swarm of locusts swept through, leaving the harvest safe and sound.

From then on, Ji Yuewei seemed able to glimpse the secrets of heaven.

He warned that a great flood was coming. The authorities hurried to reinforce the dikes, and the people escaped unharmed.

He predicted that buildings would collapse. The people evacuated in time, and no one was hurt when a powerful earthquake struck.

Rumors spread everywhere, and people said heavenly blessings had descended upon the young Ji heir.

After consulting the stars, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau reported to the emperor that Ji Yuewei was an auspicious sign from heaven, a portent of the nation's prosperity.

When the news spread, the whole country was in an uproar. Senior officials and noble families visited one after another, hoping their descendants might share in the child's good fortune.

Holding the innocent little dumpling in his arms, Duke Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

One day, the empress visited with the crown prince. The young prince clenched his little fists, an air of gloom shrouding him.

When his gaze fell on Ji Yuewei, the little crown prince looked disdainful.

Meanwhile, Ji Yuewei, who feared nothing, huddled in the duke's arms, his chubby legs trembling.

Zhao Yuheng woke from a dream, reborn in his childhood.

What he found most intolerable was that Ji Yuewei had become an auspicious sign.

He swore he would ruin Ji Yuewei's reputation and make sure he never entered public service.

He approached Ji Yuewei, tempting him with power, enticing him with fame, and pretending to offer warmth. In the end, he discovered that none of these schemes worked as well as a piece of lychee pastry.

Refusing to give up, he kept trying to lure Ji Yuewei, even going so far as to offer his own body.

But the more he tried to tempt him, the more he found himself falling for Ji Yuewei...

Later, the candles in the Eastern Palace burned through the night.

Zhao Yuheng held the disheveled young man beneath him close and kissed him gently. "I'll give you everything. Please, love me."

Theme: Devoted to the nation and building a great legacy, the slack-off edition