[Transmigrate into a Book/Chang'an, Chang'an] No Clothes

A daydreaming little wolf-dog transmigrates into a book and becomes a young emperor.

In the book, there is a regent and young tutor, Yu Xiuqi, gifted in both literature and martial arts. Because he loved the wrong person, he gave up the throne that was within his grasp time and time again. In the end, he lost his life, too, and raised a white-eyed wolf for his first love: me, the one who transmigrated into the book.

My name is Zhao Chenze, and I'm the emperor of Dahai. The kind who hasn't taken charge of state affairs yet. I was already emperor when I arrived.

So I have little impression of my father. Aside from portraits of people like Zhu Yuanzhang, whose distinctive facial features stand out, the ancients all seem to have oval, egg-shaped faces. Naturally, I can't piece together the image of a father I never met.

Even if rumors are repeatedly forbidden, they can still pass through any supposedly airtight wall.

So I've heard plenty of versions of the rumors about my tutor and my empress mother.

Rumors don't become so vivid without some convincing details behind them. For example, how did I become emperor, despite being neither the eldest nor the legitimate heir, when my older brother was still alive?

But from what I've observed, my empress mother and tutor talk about nothing but state affairs or me.

If my tutor really did help my empress mother secure the throne for me and protect my lands, then all his talk of romance truly amounted to giving up his whole heart and letting go of an empire, only to end up with nothing, like a reflection of flowers in the water or the moon in a mirror.

I felt a rush of heat surge to my face. That day at the hunting grounds, things should never have turned out the way they did.

A voice deep in my heart said: Tutor, you've always been the one standing in front of me.

Theme: The nation and its people, democracy, harmony, prosperity, and strength.