His name is Lin Situi, an ordinary workaholic in the Empire who holds the post of Minister of Government Affairs. His main job is serving as the Emperor's second-in-command.
He works diligently from nine to nine, six days a week, and from midnight to midnight, seven days a week, neglecting sleep and meals. His colleagues say he's like a precisely calibrated machine: cold, exact, and devoid of emotion.
He believes hard work pays off. If he just keeps working, the entire galaxy will bow at his and His Majesty's feet.
But on the eve of victory, His Majesty, peerlessly beautiful and powerful, falls gravely ill after his spiritual power fractures.
The doctors are helpless. The only hope of saving His Majesty is to find someone with compatible spiritual power and marry them.
Lin Situi keeps his head in a crisis and begins systematically screening the entire galaxy for a suitable "antidote."
When the results come in, a man named "Lin Situi" ranks second.
Lin Situi: "..."
For the first time in his life, Lin, the civil servant who had worked himself to the bone, went to a bar to get drunk in the middle of the night.
And there he met His Majesty, who had also come out to drown his sorrows.
Don't ask what happened.
The next day, he had no choice but to post on an anonymous forum:
How do I protect my privacy after entering a marriage of convenience with my boss?
Years later, on an inconspicuous night, the original poster edited the question:
I've been married to my boss for years. How do I stop him from being so clingy that he neglects affairs of state?
24.1.17
Theme: Majestic and dignified, the bond between ruler and minister
