Cross-Dressing as a Man, I’ve Got the Script to Drive the Tyrant Mad

Pei Qiuming was cold-hearted by nature and ruthless in his methods. In just ten years, he went from a hostage at the mercy of a foreign power to a tyrant who swept all beneath heaven before him.

Zhou Duwan, unfortunately, transmigrated into the role of a remonstrating official serving this very tyrant.

To stay alive, Zhou Duwan decided to keep quiet in court and be a good-for-nothing fish, making sure the tyrant never noticed her.

Then a Remonstrator System appeared out of nowhere. It said that the more she stirred the tyrant's emotions, the better the prizes she'd get from the System's mystery boxes.

Prizes like potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn that could yield a thousand jin per harvest.

Isn't a good meal all anyone wants in life?

For the sake of her appetite, and even more for the people of the realm, Zhou Duwan wiped the drool from her mouth and began a happy life of contradicting the tyrant at every turn and tap-dancing on his trigger points.

She achieved her goal, but at a heavy cost.

Not only was Zhou Duwan demoted and sent to govern a bitterly cold region a thousand li away, the tyrant also forcibly foisted a frail young man on her.

Here's the problem.

She was pretending to be a man, and the young man had a face exactly like the tyrant's. How was she supposed to handle that?

In search of immortality, Pei Qiuming ordered a ritual to be performed. By accident, it brought his sixteen-year-old self, once a hostage, into the present day.

He wanted his younger self to suffer the same hardships he had endured, so Pei Qiuming foisted him on the official he hated most.

Two bodies, one soul, shared senses. Pei Qiuming had thought his sixteen-year-old self would suffer terribly at Zhou Duwan's hands. He never expected that, in the long night stretching on, he would be the one turning green-eyed with jealousy.

Theme: The power of good food