I'm Really Not a Wise Ruler!

【Complete. Bonus chapters will be released at the end of September.】 Blurb: In his previous life, Qu Dubian made his debut after fans obsessively voted for him, thanks to his acting skills and his ability to play a helpless, scheming green tea. One day, he transmigrated and became a little prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, whose mother had died early. Not only did he have just three days left to live, he was also bound to a [Disease Simulator] that could extend his lifespan. There were three ways to gain more years: 1. Practice martial arts and sign in every day to gain one day of life. 2. Experience an illness, write a research paper, and submit it to the System to help it archive and upgrade, gaining three months of life. 3. Make a friend and raise their favorability to sixty to gain one year of life. Qu Dubian knew one thing well: when it came to earning someone’s goodwill, helping them in a time of need was better than adding a little shine to an already good situation. A eunuch who was about to freeze to death? Rescue him! His bargain-basement emperor of a father, the neglected young son of a Minister of Personnel, the lonely and bored consorts in the harem, the sole heir of a marquis’s house, a hostage prince from an enemy kingdom... Qu Dubian became a dutiful (?) son, a best friend, a companion for chats and games, and a kindred spirit. Watching his lifespan slowly grow filled him with relief. The [Disease Simulator] was also the perfect tool for avoiding the terrifying succession struggle! To withdraw from the fight for the throne once and for all, Qu Dubian took a wild gamble on the battlefield, rescued his elder sister, the princess sent away for a political marriage, then simulated himself as a cripple whose martial arts were ruined and whose eyes were blind. After that, he could happily rest on the military merit that would protect him for the rest of his life and live out his days in peace. What a fantastic deal! But then... The Eastern Depot’s chief eunuch said grimly, “This humble servant owes his life to the little prince. Find out who attacked him on the battlefield!” The newly appointed top scholar, pale with illness, said, “I have spent my whole life planning for the wise ruler in my heart. If that ruler remains hidden, I will not accept an official post.” The young marquis, whose father was now the Grand General of the North, said, “With the imperial family tearing itself apart like this, why must Your Highness be so kindhearted?” His adoptive mother, who had never concerned herself with worldly affairs, cried, “My child has suffered such a calamity. If I still turn a blind eye, what kind of mother would I be?!” The imperial consorts gathered in the Palace of Compassion and Tranquility, their red-rimmed eyes full of grievance, leaving the emperor at a loss for words. Before long, every prince felt in danger, plots churned through the capital, and everyone was on edge. Qu Dubian, who only wanted to live out his days in peace: “...” H-Help! #They all want me to ascend the throne, but I just want to stay alive in peace :（# “Wild geese fly cold beyond the frontier; a long song carries Qu Dubian.” Cover artist: Qu Wen 【Please do not recommend other stories in the comments, and do not recommend this story in other authors’ comment sections. Such comments will be deleted.】 Theme: Treat others sincerely and face the world with optimism.