I Told You to Be a Good Crown Prince, Not Raise a Harem of She-Demons!

Sometimes, can authors please stop making the protagonists so miserable? That kind of thing isn't popular anymore. Seeing others belittle the protagonist while the protagonist just laughs it off makes me inexplicably angry. I'm just a bookworm, and in real life I have to put up with people's attitudes, but reading novels I have to put up with this awful stuff 😓 (I'm speechless, I'm just too emotional, sorry > person <)

How could people in ancient times ride bicycles? Their clothing was terrible.

Actually, writing about female demons would have been fine enough. The Lingju part was quite good. There was no need to go through the technological advancements to create that bicycle. Besides, bicycle chains and other such things might not have been made in ancient times, and iron was a state-controlled commodity...

I strongly recommend building tricycles; tricycles are incredibly efficient.

From chapter 140 onwards, there's no need to read any further. It's a pile of crap. The protagonist seems like an idiot who, despite having the strongest combatant, goes off to solve a case and gets completely fooled. Is this just padding for word count? If you want to make money, padding the numbers is fine, but don't feed me garbage! I skipped seven or eight chapters and it's still like this. Goodbye.

The male lead drugged someone for three days and the female lead let someone touch her, so you like this kind of thing, right?

It seems the author has changed; the later parts are just a mess of history. Newcomers can leave now.

The bicycles are a bit of a letdown. Putting aside the question of whether they could even be manufactured, in that context, developing bicycles would be a completely unprofitable business; the costs were simply too high. Even in a fictional world, this doesn't explain the problem. Ordinary people couldn't afford them, and wealthy families didn't need them. The main storyline was quite good initially, but this part creates a sense of disjointedness.

From the very beginning of the drought relief efforts, it's been nothing but vomit. I initially thought it was just the author's bad mood, but even after skipping over ten chapters, it's still like this. I paid money to buy this pile of vomit; it's truly disgusting.

The later parts are a mess, with sudden drops in intelligence, inexplicable superhuman beings, and the constant talk of "long-term planning"—is drought control more important than a demon? Now that there's a dragon, is it really that hard to bring rain? Even a little relief is better than nothing. Garbage, I'm dropping this book.