With a Tragic Romance System, I'm Faking Ghosts in Song Dynasty Costumes

On a bright spring day, with the spring breeze blowing, Su Mo plucks his pipa and sings aloud: [Western Xia, the Khitan, and the Jurchen; The New Faction, the Old Faction, and Su Zizhan; Wavering and playing both sides, not fit to be called human; Impeach whoever you like, but it might just come back to bite you. Selling out the country, ceding land: damn, that’s going too far; Surrender to the Jin, and you might lose your manhood; If Bianjing can’t be held, at least we can have some fun in the northeast. Stop fighting amongst ourselves. Let’s build a new Great Song together!] His song rings out, its lingering notes filling the air. Su Mo sets down his pipa and smiles as he bows to Wang Anshi, who sits there in a daze. “Duke Jing, what do you think of this song?” · After an accident, Su Mo accidentally transmigrates through time. He has no choice but to keep searching across time and space, struggling to find his way home. The good news: As compensation for the mistaken time travel, the Bureau gives him a portable System with a wide range of abilities and a wealth of resources, all very useful. The bad news: This portable System comes from the Bureau’s romance department. It specializes in creating melodramatic mishaps, researching ABO pheromones, ensuring that true love is always returned, and all manner of tragic romances full of love and hatred. So how is Su Mo, disguised as an immortal sorcerer and armed with this precious System, supposed to survive in the thorny world of ancient times? · At the start of his transmigration, the Daoist Emperor, who is rather skeptical of Su Mo’s claim to be an immortal, gives him a very difficult task. The emperor insists on being able to smell plum blossoms at any time, even in summer, and wants their fragrance to last forever without fading. The request is impossibly demanding, far beyond Su Mo’s knowledge of chemistry. Even after exhausting every trick he can think of, he still can’t come up with a solution, until he accidentally scrolls through the System’s interface and catches sight of a feature he’d overlooked for a long time: [ABO gland transplant surgery; note: pheromone scent can be customized] Su Mo: ...Wow. · After a simple and successful transplant with no pain whatsoever, the Daoist Emperor steps out of the secret chamber. He raises a hand to smell himself and indeed detects a rich, delightful fragrance: the crisp scent of plum blossoms, lingering without end. The Daoist Emperor is very pleased. “Mr. Su truly has extraordinary powers!” Facing the emperor’s inexplicably seductive gaze, Su Mo shivers and lowers his head. Come to think of it, isn’t this System a little too powerful? Theme: Only by respecting history can we change the future.