Yu Fengyuan is a wandering hero who lives in seclusion in the mountains, training diligently.
His life's ambition is to vanquish evil and rid the world of injustice.
But before he can get anywhere, he is drugged by a crooked inn on his very first day down the mountain. When he wakes, he has become the "Third Miss" of a wealthy Jiangnan merchant family, riding in a small sedan chair to the palace to take part in the selection of imperial consorts.
He hears that the emperor is incompetent and lets treacherous officials run rampant, holding court just one day a week on average. He neglects state affairs and indulges in debauchery, with three thousand beauties filling his harem and several consorts at his side every night.
Yu Fengyuan: The dog emperor must die!
On the day of the selection, the candidates are divided into talent, academics, and abilities groups.
The candidates in the talent group are versatile, sing and dance beautifully, and even sing rap while waving their hands.
Those in the literature group can recite Li Bai and Du Fu backwards and forwards, and even solve conic section problems on the spot.
The abilities group is, as the name suggests, all about unusual skills. One candidate makes pancakes on the spot, while another demonstrates breaking a stone on her chest...
Caught unprepared, Yu Fengyuan thinks for a moment, then steps forward and uproots with his seemingly slender arms a weeping willow that has grown in the palace for over ten years.
Strong enough to lift a massive cauldron, and stunning enough to leave the entire court speechless!
Chu Shunyi is a programmer whose life never goes quite as planned.
After working diligently for three or four years, the day the large-scale palace-intrigue virtual reality game he helped create begins beta testing, he transmigrates into the game as a plot-device emperor.
There is a bright side to transmigrating: he no longer has to get up at the crack of dawn and work like a beast of burden, so he naturally becomes a couch potato.
When it's cold, eunuchs light a brazier for him; when it's hot, maids fan him with scented fans. An average of twenty candidates are sent in a line to his bedchamber every day. He doesn't even glance at them, his eyes fixed on the pepper-salt pork knuckles just brought from the imperial kitchen.
Until one day, an unfamiliar "candidate" with delicate features flips open his quilt. A hint of murderous intent chills his voice as he says, "Your Majesty, I've come to attend you tonight."
Chu Shunyi trembles and clutches his sleeping robe around himself. "Y-y-you... don't come any closer!"
Yu Fengyuan x Chu Shunyi
A candidate top who'd rather act than talk x a sweet, naive young master from the modern age bottom
Theme: You reap what you sow.
