I’m a Born Poison Strategist, and the Empress Begs Me Not to Act Impulsively

Jiang Mingyu transmigrates into the Great Zhou Dynasty, a fictional kingdom, and becomes the most notorious wastrel in the land, who is about to be beheaded. To save his life, he resolutely appears before the court, takes an examination, and unveils a series of shocking schemes. The Empress: “If our armies are at war, an epidemic suddenly breaks out among our troops, and we’re running short of provisions, what should we do?” Jiang Mingyu: “I’d have my men load the corpses onto catapults and launch them into the enemy camp and the sources of their water.” The Empress: “But we still haven’t solved the food shortage.” Jiang Mingyu: “There’s a village about five miles from the battlefield, with roughly five hundred people.” The Empress frowned. “What does that have to do with provisions?” Jiang Mingyu: “I said there’s a village with five hundred people.” The Empress was about to rebuke him when she suddenly realized what he meant. Her phoenix eyes widened as she stared at Jiang Mingyu in disbelief. A living King of Hell! He really is a living King of Hell!