My Ministers Are Always Plotting to Kill Me

After transmigrating, Su Yitong discovered that she had become a man, and not just any man, but the emperor, supreme ruler of all...

With the Prince Regent running the government and Chancellor Pang Zuo by his side, both of them handsome men...

Well, she could look at handsome men all she wanted, and teasing them now and then was only natural.

But with three thousand beauties in her harem, she only had eyes for the handsome men at court.

What was with going to morning court drooling every day? The beauties in the harem took turns vying for favor, while the handsome officials trembled with fear...

Had the emperor changed his mind, or changed his sex?!

And that wasn't all.

The Grand General, guardian of the nation, just had to add insult to injury, clamoring every day to challenge the emperor to a martial arts contest.

Newly arrived in the state of Li, Su Yitong grumbled to herself: Hmph! I've been skilled in the four arts of the Chinese scholar since childhood, and I'm an expert at singing and dancing too. A contest? Bring it on.

The contest began. On the high platform, Su Yitong stood on one leg in a specially tailored short outfit, ready to perform a ballet dance.

Little Xizi, standing beside her, silently pressed a hand to his forehead, his thoughts churning: Oh dear! The emperor was supposed to compete in martial arts, not dance! This dance is not that contest!

The officials in the hall were all stunned, their minds racing: What on earth is the emperor doing? Weren't we supposed to have a martial arts contest?!