My Lazy-Fish Favorite Consort Is Still Playing the Coward Today

Shen Qinghe figured he must have committed some terrible sin in his past life to transmigrate into the lowest-ranking palace attendant in the Great Yan Dynasty after dying from working 72 hours of overtime straight.

The good news: No more paying off his Huabei balance.

The bad news: He's the stand-in for the emperor's beloved, and he's expected to serve the emperor tonight.

Facing the impassive ruler on the imperial bed, Shen Qinghe steeled himself.

"Your Majesty, I have a strange illness that makes me faint whenever I get nervous. Could I take tonight off?"

Xiao Jingyan: "...?"

From that day on, a very unconventional slacker joined the women of the Great Yan harem.

While the other consorts competed for favor and curried the emperor's favor, he set up a grill in the imperial gardens and sold barbecue skewers.

While the other consorts schemed against one another, he taught the eunuchs how to conduct performance reviews.

While the other consorts wore heavy makeup, he wandered around the palace in his pajamas.

At last, Xiao Jingyan could take no more. He cornered him against a wall. "What is it you want?"

Shen Qinghe blinked and answered sincerely, "Your Majesty, I want to retire."

Later, Shen Qinghe faked his death and escaped. He opened a hot pot restaurant in Jiangnan and lived a thriving, carefree life.

One day, a familiar customer walked into his restaurant.

The emperor who had once stood high above all now clutched his wrist, eyes bloodshot.

"Qinghe, would I be giving up my empire for one more chance with you? Would that be enough?"

Also known as: "After Becoming a Stand-In, I Became a Retirement Evangelist," "My Beloved Is Acting Strange," and "How to Raise the Emperor into a Decent Boyfriend"

[Goofy slacker bottom x delusional, hopelessly romantic top] One-on-one, happy ending. The early palace-intrigue arc is full of laughs, and the later pursuit-and-regret arc delivers in spades.

Theme: After dying from 72 hours of overtime, Shen Qinghe woke up wrapped like a chicken roll, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized underpants and standing barefoot in a towering, chilly palace. A breathtakingly handsome man on the imperial bed was staring coldly at him.