Day and Night Bound to a Tyrant

Song Xianyun was sorting through the historical records of a certain foolish emperor.

Every last emperor faced a kingdom in ruins and on the verge of collapse, and felt powerless to some degree. Some tried to save it; others only made things worse. No matter what they did, they could not stop one era from crumbling and a new, young dynasty from rising.

This foolish emperor was different. He devoted himself to seeking immortality for a hundred years, and simply outlasted his dynasty.

One person assessed him this way: If he had died ten years earlier, perhaps Great Zhou could have lasted at least three more generations. If he had died twenty years earlier, perhaps Great Zhou could have recovered its early prosperity. If he had died thirty years earlier, perhaps Great Zhou would have been the mightiest empire on this land at the time. If he had died forty years earlier, perhaps he would have been remembered as one of history's most highly regarded emperors.

Song Xianyun belonged to the camp that disparaged this foolish emperor. She believed that during his more than fifty years in power, his policies had constantly changed and his character had been weak. He had also let an evil empress bring ruin to the country, leading to later princes fighting for the throne and chaos caused by foreign invaders. He was truly a sinner in the eyes of history.

Until she pushed open a door, fell right in front of this young ruler, and became bound to the Wise Ruler Development System.

Whenever he showed signs of wanting to lie flat, Song Xianyun would get shocked.

The young ruler, who had been sneaking food, stared at her in shock and backed away again and again. "A female ghost?!"

Song Xianyun: ...

"What are you talking about? Call me a living immortal!"

#What?! I'm going to become the evil empress?!#

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Zhang Heng was the fourth son of the Zhang family. Of course, his family might have been a little large.

But no matter how large it was, he had three older brothers and an older sister, so by rights, he would never be the one to inherit the family.

He was sure to spend his days eating and waiting to die. Picking fights and getting into trouble was part of his daily routine. Everything was quite nice, except that he had married a young wife who was a little eccentric.

Later...

He sat alone on that throne, with rivers of blood at his feet and the terrified faces of those around him reflected in his eyes. He gave a faint, amused smile. "An emperor drawing his sword and killing people with his own hands in court? How utterly improper."

After doing something so outrageous, why wouldn't that little living immortal, Miss Song, come back to see him?

Just once. Was that too much to ask?

#Have you seen a young woman? She's short, with a round face, loves Dingsheng Cake, and wears a white dress with flowers.#

#No, not my daughter. Immortal, I'm looking for my wife.#

Theme: The benevolent are invincible