The Grand Tutor Keeps Trying to Retire Early

In his previous life, Fu Wuzhou had reached the end of his career as a powerful minister and committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

As he lay dying, he spat blood and left these final words: "I'm done being the emperor's tutor."

In life, he had racked his brains to help the emperor secure his realm,

but he could not escape changing times and a rift between sovereign and subject.

The radiant, noble crown prince turned into a tyrant who slaughtered innocents,

and finally could no longer stand Fu Wuzhou's calm composure in court and the way everyone answered his call.

Fu Wuzhou thought that rather than be tormented and then killed by the damned emperor, he might as well die first. The sooner he died, the sooner he'd be free.

When he opened his eyes, he was back on the day the late emperor entrusted the crown prince to his care.

Late Emperor: The crown prince, then...

Fu Wuzhou: This humble subject is untalented and unlearned. I'm afraid...

Late Emperor: Then you can be buried with me.

Fu Wuzhou: This humble subject is willing to assist the crown prince and remain by his side, no matter what.

Amid all the sorrow, Fu Wuzhou failed to notice someone smiling.

Emperor Qin Tuan had been reborn. Seeing his imperial tutor so full of life,

his once-cold blood began to run hot again,

and his once-withered heart came alive once more.

He simply stopped hiding the way he looked at him.

"Your Majesty, I want to retire!"

"Granted. The Grand Tutor can move to the harem."

Both are reborn

Lazy powerful minister uke vs. scheming emperor seme

Reader's guide:

This story has no court intrigue. If there is any, it only serves the romance. Both are virgins, happy ending.

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Pei Shu transmigrates into a book, a battle-for-supremacy novel called I Became a Hegemon in a Chaotic Age.

The original character of the same name is a discarded husband, a typical cannon fodder who dies very early.

And surviving in such a world is no easy feat.

In a chaotic age, refugees scatter, fields lie fallow, and bandits roam...

Seeking shelter by joining someone else is the only way to find a glimmer of hope.

Pei Shu enters the fray as a strategist. He refuses to follow the crowd and pledge himself to the protagonist who eventually dominates the original novel.

That protagonist's success is far too bizarre, clearly an author forcing a victory after running out of ideas. It feels completely unrealistic.

In Pei Shu's eyes, among the many warlords, it is Sang Jue, the rebel leader who briefly shines before disappearing, who truly deserves the title.

But in the original novel, the young leader is betrayed by his subordinates and, with no other choice, dies a tragic and heroic death by the cliff. He is a classic tragic figure.

Pei Shu resolves to save Sang Jue, drive out the shameless villains, support a worthy ruler, and make a name for himself in this world!

So, dressed in a blue robe and holding a jade-boned fan, he sets out to find his future lord.

Becoming the lord's trusted strategist is no easy task,

but Pei Shu has a sure-fire method: advance by retreating, also known as "tea artistry."

As they besiege a city, Strategist A repeatedly urges Sang Jue to massacre its people to prevent future trouble.

Pei Shu: "Absolutely not."

Strategist A: "A lowly guest advisor like you has no foresight. My lord, don't listen to him."

Pei Shu hides his face behind his fan, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with tears.

"This humble servant is only worried about my lord. I'm thinking of how to bring all under heaven to submit to you. I am lowly and insignificant, but if my tiny voice can reach my lord, I would be content even in death."

Strategist A: Why does he smell so strongly of green tea?

The other strategists grow more and more annoyed with Pei Shu and plot to drive him away.

Pei Shu dabs his face with his sleeve. "If my leaving would make everyone happy, then it would be worth it. I only regret that I could no longer serve my lord or see his magnificent bearing..."

Sang Jue, arriving behind him: What is Pei Qing up to now?

Sang Jue has always thought Pei Shu was simply delicate, prone to tears, and a bit of a green tea. But sometimes he has his doubts...

"My lord, something's wrong! Pei Lang stole the signal drummer's mallet again and is beating the war drum on the city wall!"

Sang Jue pauses in shock. "Let him play!"

"My lord, it's the decisive battle today, and Pei Lang climbed the tower and shot thirteen enemy soldiers with a bow!"

Sang Jue isn't surprised anymore. "Let him shoot!"

"My lord, Pei Lang personally cut down a traitor today!"

Sang Jue is used to it by now. "If Pei Qing killed him, he must have deserved it."

Sang Jue goes to find Pei Shu, wanting to tell him that he likes him just the way he is and that he needn't suppress his true nature.

Then he sees him in a place where no one else is around.

A gust of wind blows. Pei Shu walks past as if nothing happened, then stops three steps later.

He not only adds two coughs, but also smooths his temple, lowers his head with a faint smile, and says, "Oh my~ The wind is so strong today~~"

Sang Jue: …

It's confirmed: it's just a personal hobby.

Sang Jue turns around. Whatever Pei Qing is like, he isn't going to let him leave.

Bonus scene

Sang Jue: "Pei Qing, how should one tell someone they like them?"

Pei Shu: "My lord, I am enamored of you. I only wish your heart were like mine, and that this love might last forever..."

Sang Jue: "Enough. Make it simple."

Pei Shu: "Bro, you smell so good."

A delicate, green-tea beauty uke who seems frail but spends every day wanting to conquer heaven and earth

A handsome, sharp-edged leader seme, born among refugees, with a distinctive presence and unusual taste

Theme: Cherish the beautiful moments in life