After an Auditor Became Emperor

The serial novel When a Doctor Meets a Forensic Pathologist is now underway. The blurb is below. Please add it to your favorites! Zhou Que, an audit director with both CPA and CTA certifications and seven years of corporate audit experience, was celebrating his promotion to group vice president when a bottle of counterfeit liquor sent him straight to the imperial throne of the Great Liang dynasty. Gazing down at the ministers packed beneath the steps, chanting “Long live the emperor,” Zhou Que burst out laughing. Had he really gone from a highly paid corporate drone to ruler of the world in one fell swoop? He had to admit, this dream felt pretty real. He lowered his head and spotted someone still seated below. He was the emperor now, and he made the rules in his own dream. “Hey, you! What are you doing sitting there? Get up!” The moment the words left his mouth, the court fell utterly silent. The man below, with eyes as deep as an abyss, fixed his gaze on Zhou Que. After a long pause, he actually rose to his feet. “Your Majesty must still be feeling the effects of last night’s drinking. Let’s end court for today.” A eunuch’s shrill voice rang out. “Court is dismissed.” Three days later, Zhou Que finally accepted the truth. He had kept up with the times and transmigrated, becoming a sixteen-year-old emperor with no real power… And the man who had been sitting in court was Song Li, Director of the Zhiting Bureau, the most powerful eunuch in Great Liang, and the all-powerful inner chancellor. Great. On his very first day, he’d offended the most powerful man in the realm. But Vice President Zhou wasn’t about to become a mere deputy again after becoming an emperor in ancient times. He set himself some very clear KPIs: Step one: Get rid of Song Li. Step two: Take control of the government. Step three: Bring peace and prosperity to the realm, and make sure no corrupt officials escape scrutiny. But he never imagined his KPIs would get stuck at step one. During the palace coup, flames engulfed his bedchamber. The person who risked his life to save Zhou Que was none other than Song Li. Blood trickled from Song Li’s lips, and Zhou Que stared at him in alarm. “What happened? Where are you hurt?” The man before him smiled bitterly. “Have you forgotten that you were the one who poisoned me, Your Majesty?” From then on, his KPIs became: take control of the government → make sure no corrupt officials escape scrutiny → kiss his beloved Director Song. See how an audit director examines the Six Ministries. I will not allow a single copper coin to go unaccounted for. Bonus scene: A man in a black dragon robe flung the account book aside and stared at the Vice Minister of Revenue before him. “Do you need me to teach you how to cook the books?” They had the nerve to submit such amateurish fake accounts. He could hardly bear to look at them. Zhou Que rose and went into the inner chamber. The imperial physician left. After six months of treatment, the poison was finally almost gone. The person on the bed was pale, his body soaked with cold sweat. Zhou Que swept him into his arms and carried him to the hot spring in the rear courtyard. “My ruined body would sully Your Majesty’s eyes.” Zhou Que bent down and kissed those cool lips fiercely. “You didn’t say that last night.” A scheming, black-bellied eunuch top × an emperor with insanely good professional skills bottom P.S. The opening chapters are a little slow to heat up. The romance picks up after chapter 20. P.S. The Director is a real eunuch. Eunuch top, emperor bottom. Don’t ask how he tops, you know how it works. No role reversal. If you’re uncomfortable with a eunuch top, this story isn’t for you. Read at your own risk. Next up: When a Doctor Meets a Forensic Pathologist Shen Yi is 33 and an associate chief physician in obstetrics and gynecology. After pushing himself through his PhD, his entire life consists of endless overtime, endless surgeries, patients who never answer questions, and family members who dodge responsibility and all happen to be black belts in taekwondo. Every day, he teeters between seeing a psychiatrist and trying to work things out on his own… Finally, after a vicious incident involving a frame-up and a hospital disturbance, he was placed on protective leave. Without another word, he grabbed his suitcase and fled to a quiet little town with lovely scenery. Everything about the town was great except for the poor food delivery service, which seriously threatened Director Shen’s survival. And every time he agonized over the life-or-death choice between instant noodles and going out for a meal, a tantalizing aroma drifted from next door. After swallowing his saliva for three days, he knocked on the neighbor’s door, hoping to chip in for meals and save his own life. Just as he was struggling to ask, a cool, pleasant voice spoke. “Want to mooch a meal?” Shen Yi nodded without a shred of dignity. “I can pay for groceries.” “No need. Just do the dishes.” “Deal.” Good food put Shen Yi in a good mood, and he was great at making people feel appreciated. “Hey, you’re really good with a knife. I haven’t even asked what you do for a living.” “I prepare bodies at a funeral home.” Shen Yi… “What about you?” “Me? I move bodies in the hospital morgue. We’re quite the kindred spirits.” Jiang Yan lowered his head and said nothing. Unexpectedly, someone in town who had died in a car accident was due to be buried, but the local old man who handled funerals was away. The only other person who could do the job was an amateur, too afraid to touch someone who had died violently. After asking around, they eventually found their way to the little courtyard. Jiang Yan put down the fish in his hand and glanced at Shen Yi, who was on his fifth straight loss on the sofa. “You move bodies. Are you going, or am I?” Shen Yi’s mouth twitched. The man gave him a knowing smile, took off his apron, and strode out. Shen Yi followed right behind him. He watched the man who acted like a househusband every day deftly unzip the body bag, piece the body back together, stitch it up, tidy the deceased’s appearance, and even apply a pretty decent bit of makeup. During a drunken heart-to-heart, Shen Yi slurred out: “I have to confess. I don’t move bodies. I make them. I’m a doctor. Your turn.” Jiang Yan studied his flushed cheeks, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I don’t prepare bodies. I dissect them. I’m a forensic pathologist.” In unison: “Then why are you here?” Once more, in unison: “Hospital trouble.” That night, the forensic pathologist topped and the doctor bottomed… Core message: Master your professional skills, and you’ll never be helpless anywhere in the world.