Chinese Fantasy Cards, but I'm a Fallen Emperor

[Chinese-themed cards + interstellar tournament + adored by everyone + livestreaming] Earth's Will: “Sorry, you're dead.” Qin Yandan: deadpan stare. Earth's Will: “But your timing is perfect. I happen to have a chance for you to transmigrate to a world of extraordinary cards... You've read card novels, right? Any transmigrator who brings out Chinese-themed cards can slaughter the competition!” Earth's Will: “Look at you, both your parents are dead. You were born with the perfect body for transmigration! I guarantee you'll be able to command the wind and rain after you transmigrate.” Qin Yandan, suspicious: “If it's such a great deal, why would I get it? Is it a gacha world? What if I don't draw any powerful cards?” Earth's Will, thumping its chest: “Don't worry, you're my kid. How could I let you get the short end of the stick? How about SSS-rank mental power and a charming ancestor?” Qin Yandan, breathing rapidly: “Could it be an ancestor of mine with the same surname?” Earth's Will, confident: “That's right.” Qin Yandan: “Deal!” After transmigrating, on the day of the card draw. Golden light flashed. The small seal script character for “Qin” glimmered in the sky, suppressing space and time and leaving everyone stunned. An onlooker cried out, “Oh my god, it's an Emperor card!” Qin Yandan waited eagerly. She was all ready: come on, my charming ancestor! The card finally took shape, revealing a man with a swollen face and a sinister expression. “Name: Hu Hai.” “Title: Qin Er Shi.” “Description: You know the deal.” Qin Yandan's vision went dark. This... is this right? This can't be right! Earth's Will, you tricked me! Hu Hai: “You unworthy descendant, am I not your charming ancestor? I was an emperor of the Great Qin too... Ah! Stop hitting me!” Liu Shan: “Prime Minister, waaaah, where is my Prime Minister?” Yang Guang: “No, my Great Sui! Get me back on my feet! I can live another five hundred years!” Li Yu: “Why am I being dragged into a fight when I'm already dead? I just want to write poetry, not fight and kill.” Zhao Ji: “You've got the wrong man! I'm not the ruler who lost his kingdom! That was my son!” Chongzhen: “My ministers have failed me!” Also known as The Team of Fallen Emperors Goes Interstellar and I'm Slaughtering the Competition in Space with My Foolish Emperor Cards As for the romance: the main story has an open ending, with alternate-universe bonus chapters. P.S. This contains a huge number of on-screen comments, an absolutely enormous number. If that's not your thing, feel free to stop here. Pre-publication title 1: Chinese-Themed Cards, But Based on Unofficial History Jiang Yuan arrives in a world where people can turn historical figures into cards to gain supernatural powers. Unfortunately, Chinese civilization has been lost to history again and again and again and again. The good news is that Chinese civilization has been lost, but not completely lost. The bad news, however, is... Berserker Confucius? Romantic poet Xiang Yu? Top strategist Lu Bu? Simplehearted farmer Zhuge Liang? And the most controversial question in academic history right now is: Was Cao Cao, the “greatest loyal minister” and “scholar,” the son of Cao Pi or Cao Zhi? Jiang Yuan: This is completely backwards, absolutely backwards! Can this world really still be saved? Pre-publication title 2: A Double Agent's Cyberpunk Daily Life [Wasteland] Wei Zi transmigrated. That wasn't a big deal. She lost her memories after transmigrating. That wasn't a big deal either. The problem was that after transmigrating and losing her memory, four people told her she was a spy, and each of them belonged to a different organization... Good grief, this is a spy within a spy within a spy! Wei Zi fell silent. Wei Zi began to contemplate life. Until Wei Zi discovered that she could collect five salaries at once... That's right, five: one full-time job and four side gigs! What was there to think about? She was all in! Wei Zi: “I'm the organization's most loyal employee! No one loves the organization more than I do!” Official Organization: “Keep up the good work. I have high hopes for you!” Organization 1: “Keep up the good work. I'll give you a raise tomorrow!” Organization 2: “Keep up the good work. I'll promote you tomorrow!” Organization 3: “Keep up the good work. I'll give you a bonus tomorrow!” Organization 4: “Boss, how should we do this?” True gods, evil gods, outer gods... Flesh, machinery, psychic power... Three factions, seven paths, twelve sequences... And I, Wei Zi, am the woman destined to collect five salaries! Pre-publication title 3: The Aloof Beauty Wants to Be Kept (Fantasy) I, an aloof beauty, also known as a stubborn little white flower, was born with a haughty, stubborn face. I have self-respect and self-love, and I absolutely refuse to accept charity... But being kept is just too good, and I couldn't help myself. I had to keep accepting it. Because being kept felt so wonderful, I couldn't help developing an uncontrollable fondness for the person providing for me, my dear fiancé. All I want is a long-lasting romance with him, one steeped in the stench of money, so I can live off him for the rest of my life. But for some reason, it seems like my fiancé is following a different script from me. That script was covered in countless crooked words. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and finally spent half the night reading it carefully before I figured out what it said. It turned out that the whole page contained just four words: Take by force! I don't know where he learned all this nonsense. He always looks at me with cold, arrogant, aloof eyes, kisses me with a disdainful gaze, and hugs me with a haughty expression, all while sneering and feeding me. I can only reluctantly accept another mouthful of this delicious meal. And I have no idea why, but whenever I'm enjoying my food, he starts tearing up as he gazes at me with a complicated expression, caught between longing and frustration, love and hate, resentment and yearning. All I can say to him sincerely is: “I really do want to date you.” And all he does is grit his teeth and say: “Stop with the sweet talk. Do you think that'll make me lower my guard? Give up. You'll never escape from my side!” Me: ... Today, the aloof beauty wants to fall in love once again. Theme: Promoting Chinese culture is our duty