Do I Really Have to Inherit the Throne?

[Workaholic Beauty Emperor Bottom vs. Laid-Back Old Hand Top] Identity exposed, looking for someone to adopt me~

Jiang Lang transmigrated into a book and became the seventh prince, who was about to inherit the throne by sheer luck.

However, in the story, the seventh prince lived for less than a year after ascending the throne, and his uncle became the new emperor.

Oh! One year...

So... am I going to die right after transmigrating here???

Can I even accept this throne?

Just as he hesitated, a dragon robe suddenly appeared on him. Before he could take it off, the dying old emperor threatened him: If you want to die right now, take it off!

Jiang Lang: You're still talking about killing me? I'm the only son of yours left, aren't I?

To change his fate of dying young in the book, he decided to strike first:

Civil officials want reforms? Approved!

Military officials want control of the troops? Granted!

Every capable person can come work under him!

Jiang Lang worked himself to the bone every day just to stay alive. He never expected that before long, rumors would spread that he was pretending to be harmless while secretly being a ruthless mastermind.

They said he seemed perfectly innocent, but his methods were vicious, and he had even broken the ancestral rule against killing civil officials.

When he heard the rumors, Jiang Lang spread his hands and put on an innocent look. "You might not believe me, but I'm actually a very simple person... I simply want to live."

Fu Xu had transmigrated to the Great Qi for seven years. He worked diligently at lying flat every day so he could retire as soon as possible.

Who would have thought that while he was lying flat just fine, the old emperor would suddenly appoint him Grand Tutor?

Fu Xu: "I was sitting at home, and an official post fell from the sky..."

Fu Xu entered the palace by imperial order to teach the seventh prince. At first, he thought His Highness had a beautiful face. Later, he discovered that the prince was an expert at winning people over, able to make them willingly become the blade in his hand.

Lying flat on hold. He's going to be the little emperor's loyal dog now!

Having survived the modern workplace, Jiang Lang knew all about painting people a rosy picture. No matter who they were, there was always a grand promise that could reel them in.

The civil and military officials in court all willingly served His Majesty, desperately trying to get noticed by him.

The more Fu Xu thought about it, the more familiar it seemed. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

He found Jiang Lang and tentatively said, "Prosperity, democracy."

Jiang Lang looked stunned, while a thousand thoughts raced through his mind.

Fu Xu declared righteously, "They all want a piece of His Majesty's grand promises. They're so calculating, but I'm different..."

"I only want His Majesty himself."

[An alternate world, a fluffy romance with not much angst, mutually devoted, no melodramatic misunderstandings]

[No one is truly a good person. Read at your own discretion.]

Two upcoming works:

Modern comedy: The Cannon Fodder Fake Young Master Awakens

Modern supernatural: I'm Just a College Cat

Theme: Across the lands and seas, may all sing of prosperous times