SRAD Chapter 2

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In my past life, I simply thought the Emperor was a scumbag. Not only did he have a massive harem, but he also had no qualms about enjoying the company of both men and women. And it wasn’t just casual dalliances—he had a whole collection of dramatic, tear-jerking, or romance-filled stories with many of them.

Consort Wan claimed she was his childhood sweetheart and cousin, personally betrothed to him by the Empress Dowager. Consort Chen said they had been together for years and that she was the first woman he had ever proposed to. Lu Guiqing said he had been the precious young master of a wealthy Jiangnan family, and that one fateful Lantern Festival when he came to the capital for fun, he had simply glanced at the Emperor in the crowd… and his fate was sealed.

But in this life, my opinion of the Emperor had completely changed.

Scumbag? No, that wasn’t enough. He was a tyrant, a despot—anything but a wise ruler!

The reason was simple.

What kind of competent monarch would be this… idle?!

I had always known that when an Emperor was enraged, a million corpses could fall, and blood could flow like rivers.

But today, I realized—when an Emperor was bored, he could just stare at you for an entire afternoon!

I was utterly baffled. "Your Majesty, don’t you have memorials to review? Government affairs to handle?"

"Of course I do," he answered, completely unapologetic. "But I’m not in the mood right now."

"…Then, may I ask when Your Majesty will be in the mood?"

"Oh. I think I am now."

"…"

Your Majesty, if you continue to rule the country this recklessly, aren’t you afraid of another coup attempt?!

No matter what the Emperor thought, I definitely didn’t want to die again. But how was I supposed to make him understand that in just a short while, someone was going to overthrow him? I racked my brain so hard that I felt like my hair was turning white.

The biggest problem was… I hadn’t even figured out who the mastermind behind the coup was in my previous life! I had died so abruptly—killed in complete confusion.

An arrow had pierced through my body… It had all happened so fast, so suddenly. By the time I even registered the pain, I was already unable to breathe, warm blood flooding uncontrollably from my throat. Just remembering it sent a shiver down my spine.

I rested my chin on my hand, staring gloomily at Duan Mingzhang.

For the first time since my rebirth, I actually wished that he had been reborn too.

Otherwise… I was really worried that I was going to die again.

Heaven knows how much I don’t want to die! Being reborn once was probably a stroke of divine mercy or some long-lost ancestral virtue. Who knew if I’d ever get a second chance?

But if it truly came down to it… there probably wouldn’t be any other choice.

I continued staring dejectedly at Duan Mingzhang. The more I looked, the more bitter I felt. My nose started tingling, and my eyes turned red.

When he looked up, he was startled by my expression and clumsily fumbled for a handkerchief. "What’s wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

I choked up in despair. "My eyes… I stared too long… they’re sore…"

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