In the Northern Song Dynasty, Leave Me Alone to Enjoy the Gossip!

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Also, check out my upcoming story. A one-line intro: After transmigrating as the heroine of a romance web novel, she uses her irresistible charm buff to become empress (dual secret identities, and the male and female personas end up together). "This is Green River, who made the heroine of an explicit story the protagonist?"

Clear-eyed college student Su Jinghe was strolling along Su Causeway when he stumbled into the Northern Song, becoming Su Shi's first cousin, a man of excellent scholarship and rotten character.

Good news: He transmigrated with a golden finger! He could kill time by following gossip whenever he had nothing to do.

Bad news: The System said he'd live to a hundred. Didn't that mean he'd have to go through the Jingkang Catastrophe?

Knowing how useless he was, Su Jinghe planned to live it up one day at a time.

[There's no way a loser like me can change the Jingkang Catastrophe. The Great Song is impoverished and weak. Faced with wolves and tigers, they all kneel faster than anyone. Do they think I can stop them? Better to keep slacking off and muddle through.]

What Su Jinghe didn't know was that his thoughts were being broadcast for free to the entire court.

The other officials at court, including the emperor, all looked up.

Who?

Who was making a racket in court?!

At the Battle of Sanchuankou, Western Xia pretended to negotiate peace with the Great Song.

Emperor Renzong was about to accept.

[They're going to kneel again, they're going to kneel again! They're being played! Can you stop kneeling? You can't even beat a place as tiny as Western Xia. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is? It's embarrassing to say I like the Northern Song! Forget it, you won't listen even if I curse you. Don't get mad, getting mad is bad for your health.]

Su Jinghe managed to console himself, but Emperor Renzong and his ministers were fired up. They gritted their teeth and crushed Western Xia.

Emperor Renzong reduced the sentences of prisoners, releasing those with minor offenses outright. The officials all praised his benevolence.

[Ha, what a brilliant idea. Who needs Gotham City now? The Great Song is the real land of crime. You cut sentences three or four times a year and even pardon death-row inmates. Why not just lock me up? Prison's safer than outside!]

Emperor Renzong's face turned ashen. In the end, he gave up on granting sentence reductions indiscriminately and instead ordered reviews of wrongful convictions.

As a minor official who scraped by at court, Su Jinghe's greatest hobby was encouraging his wife to make money and giving her business ideas. He was more than satisfied that transmigration came with a spouse, since with his own business sense, even a good idea wouldn't make him money.

Of course, the plan was to earn enough to run away before the Jingkang Catastrophe. Who could have guessed that the Great Song would be so unlike the one he remembered?

It was unexpectedly tough?!

Su Jinghe enjoyed his wife's support and slacked off at work. Thanks to the efforts of the powerful officials at court, the Great Song prospered, and his own life got better and better.

Then one day, gongs and drums sounded outside. Someone kicked open Su Jinghe's door and barked, "Who's been saying every day that our Great Song is quick to kneel? Is it you?!"

Su Jinghe looked closely and realized it was one of his colleagues!

[Wait, quick to kneel? Was that me? Could my sleep-talking have given me away?]

His colleague's expression turned even more sinister, and Su Jinghe grew more and more terrified.

Check out my upcoming story: "Nine Princes Fight for the Throne, and You Project Your Screen onto Me?! You Guys, Stop Listening to My Thoughts. Don't You Have Your Own?"

Qin Zhao was the only legitimate son of the Great Yu Dynasty, and everyone knew he was a spoiled young wastrel adored by the emperor and empress.

But nobody knew that Qin Zhao was a transmigrated woman who had been born with the memories of her previous life. The empress disguised her as a boy so she could enjoy the fief of a future prince. Qin Zhao herself had no interest in the throne and treated the System like a short-video app, watching lowbrow, melodramatic skits to pass the time in the ancient world.

What Qin Zhao also didn't know was that the videos she watched were being shared on a screen visible to her brothers, who were locked in a struggle for the throne.

At three years old, Qin Zhao was carried onto the golden throne by Emperor Wen. When the child coughed or spit up milk, the emperor himself cleaned it up.

For the eldest prince, this day was unforgettable. Something he didn't know had appeared and clung to him like a ghost.

Before his eyes, something he could see but not touch, a bastard wearing his face, acted out a scene about an overbearing emperor flying into a rage for his beloved.

["Woman, you're playing with fire." "Look, this is the empire I conquered for you." "An urgent dispatch, bring the lychees Zitong loves most, eight hundred li at a stretch." "Zitong and I will rule the realm together."]

At seven, Qin Zhao slept like a log in the Imperial Academy. Emperor Wen came to check on him, saw him sleeping soundly, and didn't get angry. He held Qin Zhao while quizzing the other princes on their studies. The lines between father and son, ruler and subject, were clear-cut.

The eighth prince, who had started school a year before Qin Zhao and excelled at recitations, remembered that day so vividly it was burned into his mind. Years later, he still couldn't forget it.

It was because that monster who looked exactly like him was madly in love with the third prince, whom he hated most!

["The throne means nothing to me compared to you." "Father's old. He won't know what we do. Come here and let your big brother kiss you."]

The eighth prince was too horrified to throw up and fainted on the spot.

At ten, Qin Zhao was made a prince despite having no achievements or reputation, outranking all his brothers.

By then, his viewing history had become downright outrageous.

Forced romance, groveling redemption arcs, male-male romances, and all kinds of deranged, high-speed comedy with explicit scenes featuring his brothers.

Qin Zhao: Who says the ancient world is boring? This place is amazing. Plenty of free time, a life of luxury, and my brothers are fighting over the throne without dragging me, an innocent bystander, into it. Fantastic.

Theme: Many hands make light work.