There's a Flock of Sheep on His Majesty's Head (Transmigrate into a Book)

Lin Anying: I'm ugly and fat. Song Yiduo: I love you. Lin Anying: I know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. Song Yiduo: I love you. Lin Anying: I'm a merchant's son. I have no standing. Song Yiduo: I love you. Lin Anying: Your Majesty, you're all looks and no use. You can't even get it up! Song Yiduo: Oh? Whether I'm any good, my beloved consort can find out for herself. An hour later, Lin Anying clutched her aching waist and whimpered, "Your Majesty, I won't dare do it again!" Lin Anying transmigrated into a melodramatic, ridiculous novel as a cannon-fodder passerby. He planned to pack up and run away, but accidentally got dazzled by a beauty. He thought the beauty was the delicate, gentle shou lead, only to discover that the beauty was a tyrannical flower! Huh, why is there a whole prairie growing over this tyrannical flower's head? Years later, Lin Anying looked back on the past. Back then, I was quite the star in the palace, the emperor's most favored consort. If I said west, the emperor wouldn't dare go east. Everyone clapped: "Bravo, bravo! Impressive!" Lin Anying waved them off. "Sit down, sit down. Just the basics." That night, Lin Anying said: "QAQ... Hubby, I'm sorry. I was just bragging." 1v1, happy ending. The story is set in an imaginary ancient world, so please don't nitpick the historical details. Theme: