It's Not Like I Can't Do It

After transmigrating into a book, he read that he was a vicious cannon-fodder character, a puppet emperor who was both incompetent and tyrannical, ruining the country and bringing misery to the people. In the end, the protagonist would rise up against him and seize the throne.

The little puppet emperor likes men, his father died young, his mother is beautiful, and his grandfather controls the emperor to command the lords.

So it's a hell-level start, huh? But the next day, his mother was in tears as she said, "Your grandfather died. He forgot to spit out the pit while eating a peach and choked to death at sixty. What are we going to do, son?"

Luan Xinghe: Huh? What about my plot? I transmigrated into a book, so why isn't it following the plot? What am I supposed to do? My biggest backer is gone. My grandfather's dead. What am I supposed to do?

The powerful ministers at court were eyeing them hungrily. If word got out that his grandfather was dead, could he and his mother survive?

The little emperor, who had been trying hard for three days and getting up at four every morning: I'm dead inside. Sure, my brain comes with a built-in translator, but reading traditional characters for too long is exhausting. Maybe when the protagonist rebels, I should happily give up the throne and earn some goodwill. Surely they won't kill me then.

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Feng Mosheng was born handsome and striking, a man of both talent and beauty. The emperor had chosen him as the top third-ranked candidate in the imperial examination simply because he was good-looking, so from then on he deliberately dressed plainly. He wanted people to see his lofty ambitions and abilities rather than his looks. Unfortunately, he had landed in such a court with such an emperor, and he resented being born at the wrong time.

During one court session, Feng Mo spoke until his mouth was dry, and the little emperor, who had no ideas of his own, stared straight at him.

"Good, good. My dear subject is right."

The little emperor waved a hand and approved something Feng had assumed would never pass.

Feng Mo understood. He had already captivated the little emperor. As long as he put on an act and whispered in his ear, he could pursue his grand ambitions. What did a little good looks matter when it came to ambition? It was all for the people of the realm.

But then he turned and saw the young general, the hostage prince, and the Grand Tutor all vying to show off their charms, making the little emperor lose all sense of direction and agree to everything in a daze. One after another, they pursued matters of state, earned better reputations, and rose through the ranks.

A beautiful face can make an incompetent ruler lose his head!

A beautiful face can make an incompetent ruler lose his head!

Feng Mo: ?

The hostage prince said sarcastically, "Of course His Majesty likes me. Someone like you, who doesn't even dress up, could never catch his eye, so naturally you won't win his affection."

Then the old chancellor suddenly rolled up his sleeves and declared righteously, "Back in my day, I was the toast of the entire capital. I'm older now, but my ambitions are still strong. If the emperor took a liking to me, I wouldn't turn him down either."

Feng Mo: ??

He watched helplessly as his colleagues shamelessly threw themselves into the fray, all for the sake of the realm.

A reserved, vain, narcissistic pursuer who will later turn into a peacock x a recipient with desires but no courage to act on them

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