After Working Like a Horse for the Miserly Tyrant

[New premise. The original blurb has been folded into a quick transmigration story about raising kids.]

I'm just a lousy history writer, and I know way too much.

Because I can read minds :)

The stingy Emperor is a tyrant

[Asking for funds again? Ha! Off with their heads! Seize their property! If these court parasites can't squeeze out any money, drag them out and chop off their heads!]

The Six Ministries are more resentful than ghosts

[What the hell did the original owner do to make that old Emperor hand over money whenever he wanted? Huh? Is he the God of Wealth reincarnated? Does he love the old geezer that much? The unofficial histories really weren't lying!]

[What the hell, whoever wants to serve that old geezer can do it! The original owner spent years groveling just to get into the old geezer's bed, but I'm a woman! What, are you ancient people into female-led relationships too?]

[For crying out loud, does the damn Emperor even know you get what you pay for? How did I end up transmigrating into this shiny-on-the-outside, useless donkey candle? One star!]

[Oh, for the love of God, I've already been paying out of pocket to attend court. What more do you want? Original owner, what were you thinking? Why do I have to keep up your persona?]

[Are you all gossiping up there? Damn, everyone's working themselves to the bone, and I still can't get to the center of power. I'm so annoyed! I resent every one of my overachieving coworkers equally!]

[Did the old geezer go see Great-Grandma today? Nope :). Back to work, then. Waiting for the day I can die for love is so much fun, hahaha, I'm not crazy!]

Everyone's thoughts are lively, and mine are too. Although I diligently record the day's events on the surface, I secretly write unofficial histories in private.

The more explosive, the better.

Until one day, the Emperor saw the unofficial history I'd been writing for my own amusement...

[Hmph, what kind of nonsense is this? Off with his head! He must be executed!]

Just as I was wailing over my impending beheading, my partner in shipping, script seller, and the Great Yu dynasty's most formidable workaholic, the Crown Prince, spoke up leisurely.

"Father, Lord Wang's scripts are quite valuable. Perhaps..."

The Emperor immediately replied, "How thoughtful of you, my dear subject. I entrust the future of Great Yu to you!"

Me: ???

Your Majesty, Your Majesty, could you please not let your miserly, hoarding-marten nature come out here?

What I wrote was unofficial fanfiction about you!

Y-Your Majesty, won't you reconsider?

Tips:

1. There's no affair. Everyone except the main character and his partner is single. Most of the ministers who appear have transmigrated from later generations with Systems.

2. The fanfiction the protagonist writes is very subtle, the kind that could be interpreted as affection between ruler and subject, though he also writes smut under a pseudonym. Anyway, there will be people from ancient times shipping couples and misunderstandings, so if that bothers you, don't read.

3. The Emperor is stingy and careful with state affairs and budgets, but generous to the common people. He's just very reluctant to give time off or money.

4. This is a goofy, no-brains story. The author isn't educated, so don't expect schemes, political intrigue, or court power struggles. This is an idealized world.

5. The Crown Prince is not the Emperor's biological son! The Emperor is single!

Theme: The little one is super adorable