When the Emperor of Dayan died, the Great General was on his way back to court after being summoned by twelve golden command plaques. Despite his grievous injuries, the general had been forced to return. When he heard the news, he laughed three times, laughed himself to death, and followed the emperor into the grave.
All that remained were the utterly lost Lu troops and a frail only son who couldn't even lift a chicken.
With foreign enemies closing in, infighting at court, natural and man-made disasters, and the lords of the realm rising one after another, the land was in chaos.
Lu Xuezhi humbly asked his military adviser, “How do we solve this problem?”
The useless adviser slapped his forehead. “Don't worry. We've got troops.”
Lu Xuezhi, delicate and frail, the sort who'd get a red mark from a single poke, blinked. “...But I don't know how to wage war?”
*
To survive in a world thrown into chaos, Lu Xuezhi tried to act like an adult, putting on the airs of a lord and doing his best to recruit talented people.
Today, he clasped hands and gazed into the eyes of the son of a wealthy southern merchant. Tomorrow, he would talk by candlelight with a young gentleman from a prestigious scholarly family. The day after, he'd make three visits to the thatched cottage of a disgraced minister's son who'd become an outlaw.
Sweet words flowed without end, and vows of eternal love were made.
He charmed one outstanding talent after another into unwavering loyalty and wholehearted service.
Then they confessed their love to him.
Lu Xuezhi: ?
Office romances are a bad idea!
*
To keep his subordinates happy, Lu Xuezhi reluctantly became a master flirt, privately making each of them grand promises: once he was crowned emperor, they would share the nuptial cup, and then he would pass the throne to your younger brother / cousin / an adopted heir.
But after his coronation, the thing he sent them was a cup of poisoned wine.
Seeing the anguish in their eyes, Lu Xuezhi could only wonder, “Why are you looking at me? I kept my promise!”
“Don't act like poisoned wine isn't still wine.”
“Just tell me, did you drink the nuptial cup or not?”
*
As if! Who would give up the throne for love?
A shameless, scheming, master-flirting cat of a bottom × ? (To be decided)
1. The story is from the bottom's point of view. The love interest isn't decided yet, but I promise he won't be some rotten old cucumber. He's definitely a virgin. The bottom doesn't know how to wage war, but he's a perfectly capable lord and emperor.
2. They deserve to be poisoned. None of them are good people. Besides, this is standard practice for founding emperors: a banquet to strip the generals of their power, with poisoned wine.
3. Probably a serious story with a touch of humor. OvO
Theme: Stay focused on your goal and forge ahead fearlessly.
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