The Fallen Emperor Saw the Bullet Comments

He Yan had spent twenty years as a prince in the Cold Palace. All he wanted was to grow crops and raise birds in peace, living the carefree life of a lazy fish.

Who knew his brothers would be so capable that they'd all kill one another in their power struggle?

Just like that, He Yan was dragged out, cleaned up, and taken to face his long-unseen father, who'd been poisoned and had only one breath left. He wound up with the throne.

Looking at the stacks of heavenly books and piles of memorials the old ministers had placed before him...

He Yan: ...Help! He was illiterate! He didn't want to be emperor after all. Couldn't they let him go back to farming?

Three days into his reign, He Yan resigned himself to his fate. Mainly because he had no choice, but also because the imperial kitchen served such good food.

For the sake of free food, no, for the sake of becoming a wise ruler, He Yan worked himself to the bone.

Then, by accident, he was possessed by a being claiming to be a streamer from a higher plane.

After working himself to death, he finally killed the possessor and inherited its higher-plane livestream System. He learned to read without pain or effort and had just started to feel capable again!

Then he saw the chat comments saying he was a ruler who would lose his country, with only three months left before the rebels stormed the capital and brought the nation to ruin.

He Yan: ...Nope, not capable at all. Being an emperor is even more hopeless than being a prince in the Cold Palace.

Fortunately, he was told that after his death, the country would descend into chaos for five years, and then Xin Chen, the leader of the northern rebels, would unite the Central Plains and ascend the throne.

They said Xin Chen was a brave and skilled general who knew how to use people's talents, an enlightened ruler with outstanding military and civil abilities.

He would usher in an unprecedented golden age and be remembered throughout history.

He Yan: Ah, what perfect timing. I'm in need of a wise ruler to do the job for me, and you're just the man!

Xin Chen had just raised the banner of rebellion when he was swiftly offered amnesty: ...

His brothers said: The emperor only wants to trick you into handing over your troops. He'll never give you an important position!

Looking at the emperor, who was full of anticipation and seemed ready to stuff the Imperial Tutor's seal, the chancellor's seal, and the general's seal into his arms,

Xin Chen thought: Even so, he has placed such trust in me. Before the emperor betrays me, I will never betray him.

The ministers said: The pardoned rebel will be executed sooner or later. The high office is only so the emperor can frame him with charges later!

Watching the emperor fling the impeachment and slanderous memorials at the remonstrating officials, arguing with the court and openly defending him,

Xin Chen thought: ...I shall repay your favor from the Golden Terrace, even if I must die with my jade-inlaid sword in hand.

The ministers said... Well, later they no longer dared to say such things.

Watching the emperor push the memorials all onto him, then lie on his lap and sleep with drool on his chin,

Xin Chen thought: ...His Majesty is rather cute.

A lazy, lie-flat, carefree emperor bottom X a diligent, all-rounder warrior top

P.S. 1. One-on-one in body and soul. Pure love, all the way!

2. Extreme possessive fans, please don't read. The author likes love that goes both ways, and all the protagonists in these stories love each other.

3. No unsolicited writing advice. If you don't like it, just click away in the upper-right corner. There's no need to tell me.

Theme: Hold the office, bear its weight, and fulfill its duties.