Hearing the Tyrant's Inner Thoughts

Overworked office drone Jiang Yunyou died unexpectedly and was born into a dynasty she had never heard of.

She opened her eyes and looked around for a few seconds, then couldn't help tearing up with joy.

What a wonderful family to be born into.

She spent more than a decade living an easy, laid-back life, until one day at three in the morning, she was dragged out of bed.

“Your good-for-nothing twin brother went to Jiangnan to admire the spring scenery. You’ll have to take his place at court.”

Jiang Yunyou, who had been planning to head south the next day: ...Jiang Yunzheng, you son of a...!

The siblings were twins, and if they made an effort to disguise themselves, even their own mother couldn’t tell them apart. They had often taken each other’s place, but this was their first time switching places at court.

The current emperor was mercurial and notorious for being a tyrant. Jiang Yunyou followed her father’s advice to the letter and obediently hid in a corner of the assembly like a mushroom.

After all, if the sky fell, the officials up front would hold it up.

But perhaps she was so angry that her mind had gone fuzzy. In the silence, where you could hear a pin drop, she heard a voice.

No one wants to speak? Then kill them all.

Jiang Yunyou: ??

Who was that? What kind of crazy thing was he saying?

One at a time. In order.

Before long, the court official at the back of the assembly was dragged away at the tyrant’s command.

Jiang Yunyou: !!!

How many can I kill today? (in a cheerful tone)

Jiang Yunyou, third from the end, stumbled forward on unsteady legs.

“Your Majesty...”

*

One day standing in for her brother at court turned her laid-back life into a desperate struggle to survive.

Question: How do you live to see another sunrise under a tyrant?

Jiang Yunyou: Thanks for asking. Close your eyes, open them, and as long as you’re not dead, you’re fine.

By listening to the tyrant’s inner thoughts, Jiang Yunyou gradually mastered all kinds of ways to soothe his temper, becoming a lifeline in the eyes of the officials.

As the tyrant’s moods grew more stable day by day and ruler and ministers began to get along, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She could go back to lounging around.

But the frightening thing was that the tyrant seemed to be acting strangely.

Lord Jiang is so graceful and beautiful. A delight to behold.

Lord Jiang smells so good.

Lord Jiang has such a slender waist. I could measure it with one hand. I want to... Lord Jiang looked at me. Does he love me too?

Jiang Yunyou: !!!

What happened to the eternally loveless, solitary emperor of the ages?

Realizing something was wrong, Jiang Yunyou hurriedly packed up and tried to run, only to be cornered against a wall by someone who closed in on her step by step.

Why are you running? Do I have to break your legs... before you’ll behave?

Jiang Yunyou: ...Somebody help me.

*

Later, Jiang Yunyou rocked in a chair, eating chilled fruit, and shook her head. “Ah, life is hard when you run into someone with a bad temper.”

The tyrant, who slept at three in the morning and rose at five, with memorials still waiting to be reviewed, all so someone could lounge more comfortably in a prosperous and enlightened age: ...

“Is it hard? Let me have a taste.”

“Mmm.”

*

Here’s a recommendation for my completed novel:

My Frail Husband Is Back in Action, available in my author profile.

Lu Lanyue transmigrated and became the legitimate daughter of a Duke’s household. Unfortunately, she had barely enjoyed a few days of the good life before marrying Duan Zhu, the descendant of a disgraced official.

Still, she was fairly satisfied.

He was handsome, and he had a house and a carriage.

She had no grand ambitions. She just wanted to carry on her own legacy, make a little money, buy a small house, and, after her frail husband passed away, find someone suitable to date.

But gradually, her frail husband, whose legs had been disabled, got back on his feet, tall and upright.

People also began visiting their home.

Lu Lanyue: “...What’s this?”

Duan Zhu: “I passed the imperial examinations and became an official.”

Some time later, even more people came to visit.

Lu Lanyue: ??

Duan Zhu: “A second-rank official.”

Later still, invitations to banquets from high-ranking officials and nobles arrived one after another.

Lu Lanyue: ???

Duan Zhu: “Prime Minister.”

The Outcast, second only to the emperor and above all others.

Lu Lanyue breathed a sigh of relief. Surely there couldn’t be anything more than that.

Then one morning, she got up to find the relatives who had once looked down on her waiting in the courtyard to pay their respects.

Lu Lanyue: ???!!!

Duan Zhu: “A prince of a different surname.”

Lu Lanyue: ...

Help! My husband, who was supposed to be frail and die young, has suddenly developed an overwhelming will to live and is determined to rise to the top!

*

Duan Zhu had always been a man of refinement and integrity, yet he died beneath a tangle of hooves.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself back on the day of his wedding.

Confined to a wheelchair, he stared at the red silk filling his vision... There was no point in getting a second chance at this miserable life.

But the woman who married him this time was not Lu Jinyue, who had framed him, but Lu Lanyue, the legitimate daughter of the Duke’s household, who was rumored to have died young.

She was stunning, with skin as smooth as jade, and far more pampered than her younger sister.

But she was also very gentle.

She not only never complained about their poor living conditions, but took good care of him as well. Yet everything she said and did seemed to imply that he should rest easy and accept his imminent death.

Duan Zhu watched from afar as Lu Lanyue lounged on a beauty couch, graceful and languid, meeting guests without the slightest attempt to hide herself.

Well... suddenly he wasn’t so eager to die.

#At first, he simply couldn’t bear to see her suffer in the heat or the cold. In the end, he wanted to place every good thing in the world before her#

A peerlessly beautiful, slightly goofy heroine #A gentle, refined, devoted husband who dotes on his wife

Theme: Your potential is beyond your imagination.