Does the Puppet Emperor in a Matriarchal World Have to Lose the War Too?

Xu Changle woke up one day to find himself the last one standing. The sisters had slaughtered one another, and he was the late emperor's only surviving heir, so naturally he became the new emperor.

The bad news: this was a matriarchal world, and the entire court was full of phoenixes of destiny, each possessing extraordinary power. Even as emperor, Xu Changle, being a man, was just a toy in the hands of Regent Prime Minister Xiao Tan and the whole court.

Worse yet, he was eighteen and was supposed to take over the government. The regent's faction kept trying to stuff beauties on him, desperate for him to have an heir so they could retire in glory, install an even more controllable baby on the throne, and rule as regents for another eighteen years.

Drugs, aphrodisiacs, deep-frying dumplings... If he lost the battle, Xu Changle would be subjected to one method after another.

But the royal seed of conception remained dormant.

"Could it be that His Majesty is impotent?"

Xu Changle steeled himself. "That's right! I actually have no ability to make the royal seed reproduce!"

Regent Xiao Tan smiled faintly. "I doubt that. At this point, I can only put it to the test myself."

Xu Changle: "?"

Wait, the regent was one thing, and the other ministers weren't out of the question either, but why were there people from enemy kingdoms? And why was even the saintess of the Holy Maiden Cult joining in?

Well, well, you phoenixes of destiny who look so upright. Not one of you is a good person!

"Stop! His Majesty won't be able to take it! Stop, all of you!" Xu Changle's empress pounded on the door and shouted from outside.