After the Emperor Read My Inner Thoughts Diary

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After signing a shady contract with a dogshit System, Mu Qi was sent to ancient times.

The good news was that the body the System had prepared for him belonged to the heir of a duke in the current dynasty. He was born into a life of wealth and privilege, at the very top of an alternate dynasty.

The bad news was that the emperor was obsessed with alchemy, the upright officials and the corrupt faction were locked in fierce conflict, and the realm was in decline under a foolish ruler and greedy ministers. The dynasty wouldn’t last more than a few decades.

Worse still, according to the contract drawn up by the dogshit System, Mu Qi had to make a name for himself in this era, save the collapsing dynasty, and leave an immortal legacy in the history books. Otherwise, he would never be able to return.

Faced with the little responsibility his superiors had handed him, Mu Qi, whose only skill was ordinary-level trash talk, was finally at a loss:

...Let it all burn already. The sooner, the better.

After repeated protests came to nothing, Mu Qi completely gave up. He refused to cooperate with the System and instead filled his submitted work logs with furious rants:

[Another day of banging my head on the palace floor. I’m so done. That old lamp has been refining pills for years. Why hasn’t he dropped dead and coughed up some loot yet?]

[Court starts at five in the morning? What a fucking nightmare. And Elder Xu, the grand secretary of the upright faction, how dare you accuse your political enemies of grabbing farmland? Did the tens of thousands of acres of fertile, irrigated fields back home just fall out of the sky? Disgusting.]

[Damn it, I just trashed the upright faction yesterday, so today I have to slap the corrupt faction in the face! You spent a whole year inspecting the salt trade and only brought back a million taels of silver? It’s only because that old Daoist has fried his brain refining pills. Otherwise, I’d have followed the example of our ancestors and peeled him like a few hundred layers of skin!]

[I heard the old lamp emperor has spent decades abstaining from women. I wonder if that’s true? Come to think of it, it makes sense that fanfic writers would ship him with his sworn brother...]

Every night, Mu Qi would rant to his heart’s content, dump all the garbage on the System, then fall asleep without another thought.

But Mu Qi seemed to have forgotten that the dogshit System he’d been assigned had never been able to guarantee the privacy of his information...

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The emperor devoted himself to the mystic arts, shutting himself away in a secret chamber. After many days of solitary cultivation, he finally moved the heavens. One day, the room was suddenly filled with dazzling light, and a booklet fell from midair. On its cover were four large characters: “Work Diary.”

The emperor received it as a precious treasure. After bathing and burning incense, he reverently opened it and carefully read the revelation from heaven:

[Night of June 11. As usual, the daily question: I’ve swallowed so many heavy metals, so how is that old lamp on the dragon throne still alive?]

The emperor’s smile froze.

On June 12, a sudden upheaval shook the palace. It was said that the emperor drove every Daoist priest from the palace that day, severely punished the salt commissioner, confiscated all his property, and had him skinned and stuffed as a warning to posterity.

That same day, Mu Qi was lying flat at home, bored out of his mind, when he suddenly heard a notification sound he hadn’t heard in ages:

“Huh? Why is the quest progress bar moving on its own?”

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This novel is also known as “Can Lying Flat and Writing a Diary Make the Nation Strong?” and “Huh? Why Did the Progress Bar Go Up Again?”

This novel is set in an alternate world.

Theme: Create your own history.