I’m the Ultimate Poison Strategist, and the Empress Calls Me the Living Yama

Zhao Yuan transmigrated to Great Yun just as the Empress was making an example of someone by targeting his father. Fortunately, the Empress valued talent.

So he boldly volunteered himself as a scheming strategist!

Empress: "We're at war, the city garrison is running out of food, and the starving commoners are planning to riot. What should we do?"

Zhao Yuan: "The food's practically jumping out at us. Why not go pick it up?"

Empress: "Ruthless!"

Empress: "The city is short on military supplies, and the defenders can't repel the enemy. What should we do?"

Zhao Yuan: "After stripping the flesh from the bones, there should be corpse oil left. Tear down those food's houses and move the materials behind the city walls. We can use them as rolling logs and stones to defend against the enemy.

Then douse them with the corpse oil, set them alight, and hurl them into the enemy ranks.

That way, nothing goes to waste, and we get military supplies out of it too."

Watching Zhao Yuan calmly propose such a vicious plan, the Empress's mouth twitched. "I've found myself a living King of Hell!"