Step Aside, Let the Emperor Handle It!

Shen Tang woke up while being escorted into exile and discovered that this world made no scientific sense.

Divine stones fell from the sky, and a hundred nations vied for supremacy.

Literary energy shaped the heart, and words became reality.

Martial energy gathered courage, enough to split mountains and part seas.

The pretty boy she'd taken for a weakling said, “Lance in hand, mount up!” The next moment, armor covered him and a spear appeared in his grip. He was a one-man army, able to carve his way through a million soldiers seven times over!

The consumptive she'd mistaken for a dying man murmured, “The stars are laid out like a chessboard.” The sky became a round canopy, the land a chessboard, and he arranged troops with effortless skill!

This wasn't just unscientific!

It was like theology had nailed the lid shut on science's coffin!

And as for her...

“Lord, there's a severe drought in the Northern Commandery. How about crying a little?”

Shen Tang: “...”

“Lord, there's flooding in the Southern Province. How about smiling a little more?”

Shen Tang: “...”

Looking at the ten bowls of rice she'd polished off, her pockets cleaner than her face, and a bunch of hungry, ill-intentioned villagers who caused trouble all day, Shen Tang, the village chief who might have been a rice bucket in a past life and was truly an artist of the soul, had no choice but to put down her beloved paintbrush and reluctantly set out to apply for the job of a feudal lord.