Becoming the Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch

[Complete · Please support the official version] [Check out my neighbor's ABO bonus-story expansion of this novel, *One Hundred Percent Match [ABO]*. Anyone who wants to read more about 55 and 9k can add it to their collection~] [Blurb] It was almost laughable. A century after the Great Zhou was founded, the dynasty fell because its imperial line had dwindled so badly that a fool ascended the throne, while a mere eunuch seized control of the government. Wu Jing transmigrated into the body of that fool emperor, the last prince of Great Zhou, who had only recently taken the throne. Seeing the bland vegetables and rice with barely a drop of oil in front of him, he realized they were taking advantage of him because they thought he knew nothing. His fists clenched. He was furious. Outside the palace, the maids chattered among themselves: “That little emperor is actually quite handsome.” “If only he weren't a fool.” “Surely the Ninth Thousand Years won't let His Majesty keep his throne if he ever recovers.” Wu Jing's anger evaporated in an instant. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and keep pretending to be an idiot. Then, one day, he happened to pass through the imperial garden and caught sight of the infamous Ninth Thousand Years, the temperamental man who killed without blinking and the leader of the eunuch faction hated by every court official. He wore court robes embroidered with a crane, their bright red sleeves trailing on the ground. The man was half-crouched, the smiling profile of his face visible as he reached out a long, slender hand and… fed a raccoon cat! It was a stray cat from the imperial garden. The next day, in the same place, Wu Jing saw the Ninth Thousand Years feeding a little stray dog with a lame leg. The third time they met was in the imperial study. Wu Jing sat rigidly in the enormous dragon throne. At his feet, a eunuch boy no older than ten was frantically kowtowing for accidentally splashing tea on the Ninth Thousand Years' robe. Blood ran down his face. A moment later, someone came to drag the boy away. The man sitting in the grand tutor's chair suddenly spoke, his voice gentle. “Never mind. He's just a child.” Wu Jing's dark eyes shifted. Ning Qinghong glanced over. “Your Majesty, please let me review your lessons from the past few days.” “Grrr…” Wu Jing glanced at his stomach in embarrassment, then suddenly had an idea. The half-grown boy lifted his pretty little face, his dark eyes clear and innocent. “Big Brother, I'm hungry.” Ning Qinghong narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up a piece of pastry. “Come here.” Like someone coaxing a kitten, he gently fed the little emperor until he had finished eating. · Rumor had it that the Ninth Thousand Years suffered from madness. One moment, he was all smiles. The next, he was cruel and merciless. Wu Jing had no time to regret latching onto such a powerful backer. Hiding in the wardrobe in his bedchamber, he heard a call from outside in the darkness. Ning Qinghong's face was cold, but his voice was eerily gentle. “Wuwu, aren't you hungry anymore?” [A Few Things to Know] 1. The male lead has bipolar disorder, though his condition is a little different from the usual portrayal (a setting unique to this novel). 2. The protagonist isn't stupid, just a bit of a lovable airhead. 3. Older male lead with an extremely strong need for control. Check out the author's upcoming novels. If you're interested, please add them to your collections~ *One Hundred Years After My Master's Death* by He An [Blurb] Lou Tingxue didn't originally have the surname Lou. Somehow, he fell from the modern world into another realm, landing in Lihen Heaven, above the thirty-three thousand layers of heaven. He also became a helpless little child. No people or footprints could be found there. He ate grass when hungry and drank dew when thirsty. Just before he could finish ruining all the spirit flowers and herbs in this immortal realm, someone finally discovered him. Like an untamed little snowman, he stumbled into a man dressed in white. “If you made it here, that counts as a stroke of fortune.” “But your roots and bones are ordinary. You can't cultivate the Dao.” “Would you rather live as a mortal and enjoy yourself while you can, or toil in cultivation for a hundred years, gambling that you can defy fate and change your destiny?” Lou Tingxue looked up, momentarily dizzy. “A mortal.” The immortal, whose bearing was otherworldly, gazed at him and said, “Lihen Heaven will look after you for a hundred years.” Lou Tingxue couldn't endure hardship, but after settling in, he didn't forget the kindness he'd been shown. Every day, he went to see the immortal, staying for the whole day. Day after day, for some reason, the immortal changed his mind and decided to take him as a disciple. The immortal gave him a surname and chose a name for him. At the ceremony, where thousands of races paid their respects, Lou Tingxue saw a statue of an immortal made in his master's likeness. Its expression was compassionate, as if it would save all living beings. He trembled beneath the statue, hiding behind Lou Chijing. The child was so small and beautiful, he looked as if he had been made of snow. Half concealed behind the immortal's robes, he was even more endearing than white jade. Only later did Lou Tingxue realize just how powerful a backer he'd found. For more than twenty years, right up until Lou Chijing's death, they maintained a close bond as master and disciple, like father and son, like brothers. After he died, however, Lou Tingxue let out a long breath of relief. Even though Lou Chijing's death meant that Lou Tingxue, who had no cultivation at all, was driven out of Lihen Heaven. · The night was as cool as water. He awoke from a dream. Lou Tingxue dreamed again of Lou Chijing, whose every word and action struck the world like divine authority, holding him in his arms before gently patting his back. His fingers rested on the vital point at the back of Lou Tingxue's neck, stroking it ever so lightly. Their hair tangled on the bed, and soothing whispers came from beside his ear. “My precious darling, my little Jade Slave.” They were so intimate that it seemed to violate every moral boundary. Not quite father and son, not quite brothers. Not quite master and disciple. In all the three thousand realms, only Lou Tingxue knew that Lou Chijing was nothing like the aloof gentleman he seemed. He opened his eyes. But the first thing he saw was a figure in white leaning against the window. A hundred years had passed, yet the immortal's radiance remained undimmed. Lou Tingxue wished he could disappear on the spot. Lou Chijing gazed at him and smiled softly. “How is it that with your master gone, my poor Lianyu Slave has let people bully him so badly?” “You can't go home, and you can't return to Lihen Heaven.” “How pitiful. Think of a way to beg me, Yunu. Let your master set things right for you, all right?” Check out the author's ongoing novel. If you're interested, please add it to your collections. *My Alternate Personalities Force Me to Romance Myself [Infinite]* by He An [Blurb] “Director, the patient with schizophrenia, You Li, has experienced another instance of his personalities destroying themselves. This is the sixth time.” “Once we've confirmed that only his primary personality remains in his body, arrange You Li's sixth discharge.” “Yes.” After You Li walked out of the mental hospital, he got into a car accident. He should have died, but instead he entered an inconceivable world. To stay alive, You Li had to clear one bloody, death-filled game after another. It called itself the System. “Hello, Host. I'm 04.” A deep male voice sounded strangely close, as though it were right beside You Li's ear. It whispered, “Shh. Don't tell anyone I exist.” “I belong to you alone, and I'm yours alone.” The first scenario was called *The Serial Killer in the Mental Hospital*. The murderer wore a blood-soaked white coat and a grinning clown mask. A length of intestine dangled from his scalpel. He walked lightly, step by step, toward the place where You Li was hiding. You Li held his breath, his heart racing. Then the other man yanked him right out of hiding. The System ordered coldly, “Take off his mask.” Too terrified to think straight, You Li did as he was told. He pulled off the clown mask, then froze all over. Beneath it was a face exactly like his own. That face, on the other man's body, was utterly bewitching and dangerous, nothing like the harmless-looking You Li. The killer curled his lip. “My name is You Ge. Nice to meet you. This is our… 158th time meeting, though this time we're not in a mirror.” The System continued, “Now, kiss him.” · You Li's six personalities hadn't destroyed themselves. They had been absorbed into the game, driven by their mad desires. Some worked for the game as scenario bosses. Some played as powerful players, earning points in the game. Some acted as the System, deceiving a completely oblivious You Li. In each scenario, they protected him under the guise of helping him. Once You Li paid the “price,” he could clear the game with ease. They had been created to love and protect his primary personality. Each of them wanted a body of their own and the chance to meet You Li. [A Few Things to Know] 1. Multiple versions of the male lead. 2. The protagonist is an adorable beauty. The male leads have the same face, but they're strikingly beautiful, bloodthirsty and violent, and taller than the protagonist. Theme: Cherish every day and every moment of light, whether the moon is full, new, or in between.