Chapter 01

Shenjue cursed to F@#K a dog blood emperor in a webnovel. Then he fell asleep on the sofa. Who thought he would transmigrate? To the worst, actually transmigrate into the body of the scum emperor's newly appointed attendant?

The moment he woke up and saw around him, he knew he was screwed.

F@#k the novel! Shenjue cursed.

By a curious chance, the original body of the attendant of the novel, named Héxi, was extremely weak. He did not know any martial arts like his older siblings. He was the only son of a lowly concubine at the Prime Minister's manor. 

With a beautiful look and a thin, delicate body, he was not even that tall. Exactly the type you think would get blown away by the wind if he did not hug a telephone pole in time.

But Héxi was witty. According to the novel, with his charming manners, he easily won as a candidate when the head eunuch announced the vacancy. 

Ok, then at the young age of eighteen, Héxi became the personal attendant of the emperor. 

What was his work then? 

To clean the emperor's chamber, manage the emperor's meals, grind ink for him, prepare his bed, comb his hair, help him dress, help him wash...

Héxi was trained by nannies under the palace for six months long before he was sent to serve the emperor. That's what the novel said. Despite having a lowly birth, having the honor to serve the emperor was already his luck. 

Oh yeah, that's what others thought.

But Shen Jue knew this luck can make his head roll anytime if he's screwed. After all, having read the novel, Shen Jue was already aware of the emperor's monstrous temper.

Héxi was just a side character. 

And the worse? 

He had some kind of a thing to this emperor! 

He even tried to seduce the emperor! 

That audacity?!!

Shenjue wanted to hug a lamp post and cry. Because the emperor was actually disgusted by Héxi. And somewhere to the mid of the novel, Héxi and his whole family was murdered by the emperor for treason.

And then their corpses were hung down the city wall by that devil as a warning for those who dared.

Wonderful, right? 

It had been three days since Shenjue transmigrated into Héxi's body.

And now he stood in front of the door of the imperial study, holding onto a tray of soup, not knowing whether to knock or not.

According to the novel, this had to be the first time Héxi would be seeing the emperor. Just after his six months long training. 

Shenjue knew it because the novel clearly had half a dedicated first chapter explaining how this god-damned Héxi tried to seduce the emperor on his very first day!

He walked in like a slender weak lotus, did he? And intentionally trip his foot over the edge of the desk? And let go of the soup? And directly drop onto the emperor's lap?

That was definitely something coming out of a rich romantic drama.

Which would remind you of something poetic like 'beauty Yuelian descending the Jade Mountain, beneath the drifting peach petals, I'll shed my robes like spring cicadas to hold your hand in the still of the night...'

But unfortunately this emperor was un-romantic. Other than swinging knives and blades, skinning and killing people, and beating the shit out of them, he did not know the goodness of having a slender young man to fall over his arms.

So the emperor directly grasped from Héxi's throat and flung him out of the door.

Héxi was punished for three days to kneel in front of the study.

That was how the novel started.

How can Shenjue possibly forget? Now that he was Héxi, he had to protect his pitiful life from the grasp of the emperor, right?

After anxiously waiting in silence for a second, an icy voice spoke from inside the chamber.

"Come in." 

Shen Jue's hair stood on the end. An eunuch by the door quietly slid it apart and the chilling fragrance of sandalwood immediately hit his nose.

Inside the luxurious chamber, a cold beauty sat cross legged before an aged agarwood desk. His posture revealed a grand demeanor of kings. His proud head was lowered as he majestically held a brush, writing something important with skillful, elegant strokes.

Speak of the devil... This ghost of an emperor was definitely above six feet tall. And... handsome?

Haaaa, handsome! As if! 

The handsome the person is, the more dangerous he will be! 

But this emperor was no different from a dog. And no matter how imperial the dog is, it cannot get rid of it's habit of eating shit. 

So Shenjue could only thank his nine lifetimes bad luck and take it for granted. He took a tentative step in. 

He was in a turmoil. He did not know how to behave in front of an emperor. Should he imitate those fancy seductive characters from historical dramas he had been watching?

Should he bow first? Kneel? Crawl? Or throw a usual casual Thursday greeting?

And where to keep the soup? Should he hold it like this and wait until the Emperor is done? Or just keep it on the desk and wait for himself to get killed?

In his head, he could still hear the palace nanny who trained him:

“When serving the emperor, keep your gaze lowered. Do not smile, do not tremble, do not trip, do not–”

Shenjue snorted. Lady, if I could avoid tripping, do you think I’d have fallen off my own sofa into this hellhole?

He stared at the tray in his hands. Even such a delicious chicken soup can feel like a hellfire infront of this dangerous beauty.

The eunuch by the door coughed lightly. 

Shenjue cursed in his heart. Fine, fine, don’t rush me into my own funeral!

While he was carefully weighing the pros and cons, the emperor raised his voice. 

"Keep it on the desk."

Shen Jue's nerves itched.

He had yet to marry a beautiful woman, have a son and a daughter.

He definitely had to live.

Shenjue sucked in a deep breath. Okay. Calm. Calm! This is just a man. A scary, murderous, tyrannical dog emperor, sure, but still a man. You can do this.

He straightened his back and muttered in his heart:

Step one: walk like a gentleman, not like a penguin.

Step two: don’t shake like you’re sneaking into an exam hall.

Step three: keep the soup level. For god’s sake, keep. The. Soup. Level.

And then –

Shenjue's foot caught on the edge of the desk.

"AH–!"

With that spectacularly graceful stumble, he spiritedly launched forward. The bowl tipped, and half the steaming soup flew like a geyser, splattering across the emperor's pristine ink letter on the desk.

Before Shenjue could even react, he found himself falling right into the emperor's lap.

For. A. Moment. Time. Froze.

The emperor set his brush down with deliberate slowness, as though every heartbeat of silence was a blade pressing closer to Shenjue’s throat.

Then those cold, terrifying eyes locked onto him like unsheathed daggers. His jaw tightened as he glared silently at the trembling servant who dared to ruin his important report.

And that was the worst part. 

Murder would have been mercy compared to the promise burning in that gaze.

It was the look of a man imagining, in meticulous detail, how to strip the skin from Shen Jue inch by inch... and still feel it wasn't enough.

Literally after baptizing the emperor's important letter with chicken soup, Shen Jue still had the nerve to bitterly smile.

Name: Cheng Héxi

Job: Attendant

Age: Eighteen

Status: Dead