Why Is His Majesty Running Naked in Public Again?!

[A Truly Wild, Honest, Pure-Hearted, Rugged Top x A Gorgeous, Flirtatious, Wicked, Treacherous Bottom]

In the thirteenth year of Jianning, Pei Zhixu died.

This treacherous minister, who had corrupted the court and committed countless evils, was killed in the seventh year of his rule. The emperor led troops to shoot him full of arrows in front of the city gate tower.

"Good riddance! What a satisfying end!"

"Pei the Dog formed factions for personal gain and placed himself above imperial authority. At last, the whole Great Jin can stop being a kingdom where the ruler is no ruler and the ministers are no ministers..."

To hell with that. Pei Zhixu hadn't had his fill of life yet.

So he was reborn on the day his sworn enemy, the Dog Emperor, ascended the throne.

He returned with memories of his previous life.

He could predict the political situation in advance, guard against his enemies, and even knew the Dog Emperor's every move inside out. He would have his revenge, wipe away the shame of his past, and face off against the Dog Emperor in three hundred rounds of wits...

Wait. Why wasn't the Dog Emperor wearing pants on the day of his enthronement...?

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Back in his tribe, the wild men called him King. He sorely missed the days when he could wander through the jungle without pants, living the life of a chieftain.

But ever since he swung his head into a rock that day, he'd ended up in this strange place. These people forced him to wear pants, wouldn't let him swing around on the dragon throne, and kept shouting, "Long live the new emperor!"

He didn't want to be an emperor. He only wanted to be King.

No one here understood him, except one person.

That person was always fierce, but he was the only one who could understand him. No one else got him. Only in front of him could he still be the same man he'd been back in the jungle, swinging around as the... King!

Pei Zhixu lounged on the dragon throne and beckoned to the man below with a finger, his tone suggestive. "Your Majesty, what am I to you?"

Li Chengzhao was overjoyed. "King?"

Pei Zhixu was quite pleased with that bark.

"Your Majesty, say it a couple more times for me."

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Good dog."

The ministers: Forget this. Whoever wants to rule this country can do it.

Also known as: The Sworn Enemy's Intelligence Regressed to Before He Could Think, While Mine Stayed the Same; Jungle Temptation: The Domineering Chieftain and His Hot Queen; So What If I'm Uneducated? My Wife Is a Grand Academician

Bonus scene:

Newly reborn Pei Zhixu's mind, on a bike: top-tier mind games, palace secrets, political intrigue and assassinations, the art of ruling subordinates, imperial strategy, life-and-death one-on-one duels, an action-packed battlefield...

"Ooh-oooh!"

A monkey's cry came from overhead. Pei Zhixu looked up.

His sworn enemy was cosplaying as a sunshine doll on a roof beam, his underpants nowhere to be seen as he pointed a spear at Pei Zhixu.

Pei Zhixu stared coldly at that oversized dragon root. Psychological pollution? Interesting.

Poison couldn't kill him, and hidden arrows couldn't pierce him.

Pei Zhixu thought: The righteous may be a foot tall, but the wicked are ten. Who would've thought the Dog Emperor of this life could see through my tricks and dodge every single one?!

Wild Man King Bro, rugged and tough edition: Nothing special, I just have a hard life.

A legendary hard-to-kill king has come to Great Jin.

Word had it that the emperor was pretending to be sick, acting like a madman and fool while secretly gathering strength.

Then, when the emperor "recovered," his first words were to his former political enemy: "Bro, you're so fair. Bro, you smell so good."

Pei Zhixu couldn't take it anymore. "...Dog Emperor, you keep provoking me."

Wild Man King Bro: I dunno. We've never seen anyone so fair and pretty in our tribe. You're my wife!

Jungle Rules:

1. Before being reborn, the bottom and the emperor were sworn enemies, with no romance between them.

2. The top is a wild man, not someone who transmigrated into another body. He's not hairy, has no common sense when he first arrives, and needs time to learn how to speak. He has no exhibitionist tendencies.

3. The dynasty is fictional, with plenty of creative liberties, so don't overanalyze it. There's little political intrigue. The focus is on a lighthearted, sweet, satisfying story, perfect as a fluffy bedtime read.

Theme: Even wild men understand love