1.

Brian Clark transmigrated into a BL novel as a sickly emperor with barely any presence. The emperor is just a background character; the whole story is about the regent and the most beautiful man in the capital, their rise to power and their romance.

Clark·Ambitious·Brian: I laughed.

He’s already the emperor—how could he not seize power over the world, expand the territory, and leave his name in history?

2.

On this day, the son of the current great general, the future regent Owen Reed, who harbored burning ambition, entered the palace for the first time with his father. Glancing up from the back of the crowd, he caught a glimpse of the young emperor’s face.

Born rebellious, Owen Reed curled his lips in disdain, thinking, How can this little emperor look even prettier than a woman?

Sickly in body but overwhelmingly beautiful—how could he possibly govern the Great Heng?

With that frail body?

3.

After offending Brian Clark, Owen Reed was forced to kneel before Brian Clark.

Brian Clark coughed softly, heavy snow falling and piling on his shoulders, while Owen Reed’s face was dark.

“I’m in a very bad mood,” Brian Clark glanced lightly at the future regent, smiled gently, and said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t make me unhappy, understand?”

Owen Reed was like a mad dog.

But Brian Clark feared nothing—he only feared things weren’t exciting enough. Taming a mad dog into a loyal minister, that was a new kind of challenge for his frail body.

But before he knew it, he might have gone a little too far with the taming.

Chapter 1

February in the capital—spring was still chilly.

Inside the imperial sleeping quarters, the palace maids bustled in and out with joy on their faces, carrying hot water and towels into the hall.

A fair hand stretched out from the bright yellow dragon bed. The young eunuch waiting at the side watched in terror as His Majesty was about to step onto the floor barefoot. Chief Eunuch Samuel Grant was outside warming the emperor’s shoes, so no one was there to stop him. Having just recovered from a serious illness, His Majesty really was about to step onto the floor barefoot!

The young eunuch didn’t have time to think. With a jolt, he darted over and lay down in front of the bed, so that the feet of the most noble person in the world landed right on his back.

Sweating profusely, the young eunuch tried his best to relax his back muscles, afraid that if he tensed up, His Majesty would be uncomfortable. He also worried that his rough clothes might scratch the emperor’s feet.

The emperor chuckled and scolded, “Get out of the way.”

The young eunuch didn’t dare disobey, but he also couldn’t let the emperor step directly onto the floor. Summoning his courage, he said, “Your Majesty, you mustn’t. The floor is cold, and the chill will seep into your body from your feet.”

Samuel Grant entered just in time to hear this, hurried forward, knelt down, and presented the dragon boots in his hands, pretending to cry, “Your Majesty, I’m here to help you get down. Please don’t put your feet on the floor—my heart is about to jump out of my throat.”

Brian Clark couldn’t help but laugh: “I think your heart jumps out seventeen or eighteen times a day.”

Samuel Grant grinned, carefully supporting Brian Clark’s feet and gently helping him put on his shoes and socks.

Brian Clark inhaled the scent of incense and medicine filling the room, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

He wasn’t a real emperor, but a driven young man from the 21st century. The moment he passed through the clouds while skydiving, he opened his eyes and woke up in this body.

This dynasty was called Great Heng, which he didn’t recognize from history, so it must be fictional, with a level of development similar to the Northern Song.

Brian Clark’s body was truly pampered by the whole country, but far too frail, and as emperor, he didn’t have much real power.

When Brian Clark arrived, the signs of eunuch dictatorship were already appearing. As everyone knows, when eunuchs start to take over, a dynasty is usually in its later stages. The power of influential officials and local forces was swelling, and the eunuchs also wanted to control the military and government. Dragging his sickly body, Brian Clark lay low for three years, then took down the powerful officials and eunuchs in one fell swoop, purged the previous court and the inner palace, temporarily balanced the three factions, and restored imperial authority to its former glory.

Just as he was ready to roll up his sleeves and get to work, his body gave out. At the end of winter, he was struck by a fierce cold.

During his serious illness, Brian Clark happened to overhear a couple of extremely familiar names, and finally realized—he hadn’t transmigrated into a random world, but into a book.

The little emperor in the book wouldn’t live for more than a few years, and would abdicate to the book’s protagonist, the famous regent. The protagonist’s counterpart was a capable minister who would assist the regent and leave a legacy.

Brian Clark was straight—very straight. He only knew about this book because it had been adapted into a palace intrigue web drama about “socialist brotherhood.”

Knowing he wouldn’t live long, Brian Clark became indifferent. He tossed aside his ambitions—none of it was as appealing as a braised duck.

The throne was never meant to be his. No matter what he did now, it would just be for the next emperor to reap the benefits.

During this illness, Brian Clark thought a lot and finally decided to go with the flow. He’d take care of himself for these few years, enjoy the last stretch of his reign, play a supporting role, and watch the “socialist brotherhood” between the two protagonists.

Brian Clark had truly never seen such “socialist brotherhood.”

“Your Majesty, it’s done.” Samuel Grant put down Brian Clark’s feet, moving gently for fear of hurting him.