Nine empresses are getting married, and I’m not the groom!
Ye Wudao has barely transmigrated when nine green hats are dropped onto his head!
Put up with it?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
“Guards, drag the adulterer away and chop him up to feed the dogs!”
“What? You say I’m cruel?”
“What’s wrong with me sleeping with my empresses?”
Someone points at him. “Ye Wudao, you’re nothing but a puppet emperor, without power or influence! If you kill them, you’re finished!”
Ye Wudao sneers. “Even as a puppet emperor, I’ll fight my way through a river of blood!”
The civil and military officials come to court and try to force his hand. “Your Majesty, why are you rebelling?”
Ye Wudao: “I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t waste my breath arguing with you. Drag them all away and behead them!”
