Sorry, I'm Running Two Accounts

Xu Su transmigrates overnight, finding himself in the role of a freshly defeated remnant of the previous dynasty. The country has fallen, his family is gone, and flames blaze into the sky. Large numbers of enemy troops are searching for him, but he is so terrified that his legs shake and he can barely stand. As it turns out, this little prince is a beautiful but useless darling, pampered by everyone. He never did anything for himself, not even getting dressed without help. At this life-or-death moment, Xu Su furiously complained to the System that had sent him here. Unable to bear the nagging, the System finally gave him a golden finger: making an alt account. Once his golden finger was ready, the hidden guard on the ground immediately came back to life. Xu Su controlled him, had him carry the little prince, and made a quick escape. From then on, Xu Su operated two accounts at once. Although the main account was his real body, it was pitifully weak, so Xu Su left it at home to enjoy a life of luxury while sending the alt account out to fight battles and conquer lands for the main account. But the alt account was too outstanding, and Xu Su was troubled. A certain strategist: "General, you have the bearing of a phoenix and dragon. Why not take his place?" Xu Su: "..." Have you ever seen an alt account kill the main account? A certain colleague: "You work yourself to the bone for your lord, yet he treats you with cold indifference. Now he even makes you take off his boots! Isn't he humiliating you?" Xu Su: "..." I'm just too lazy to switch accounts! A certain rival: "My heart was set on the moon, but the moon shines over a ditch. You won't come with me because of him, won't you? Don't worry. I'll send someone to kill him today." Xu Su: "…" Kill who??? Xu Su ran back overnight to save his main account, arriving just before an assassin could run a sword through the little prince's heart. At the crucial moment, Xu Su hugged the little prince and took the sword for him without hesitation. The strategist and his colleague: "..." What a tragedy! You can't let lovesickness turn you into a doormat! His rival: "..." Good. Die. Die together. Theme: One person for a lifetime.