The Emperor's chambers

The Emperor's chambers were grand, they looked just as you'd expect an rich spoilt brat's room to look like. A large bed, one which could fit about 7 people at once, a big book rack, a study table, a huge pile of papers and books on the table, everything about this room was enormous and extensive, even the man who it belonged to was quite the same, Lan Haoran, the Emperor, the pride of the nation. A tyrant according to many, a saint to others. Who really knew what the man was like.

Haoran sighed, all this Emperor thing was too tiring. He picked up his diary, he wrote about his misery daily, he had been going on with his daily life, when he accidentally dropped his coffee slipped on it and fell down, he had hit his head and died on the spot..a hilariously unfortunate death, but instead of entering the gates of heaven, he had somehow teleported into some sort of alternative reality, but before he could rejoice about the fact that he was the Emperor, he found out about the mess he was in. In this some men could get pregnant and some women would impregnate.

Haoran sighed again, this sounded like some sort of shitty story his sister would write, he had been stuck in this world for about three days now, and he hadn't done much except mess around with the Emperor's consorts, the women only ofcourse, Haoran wasn't into men.....

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Well one particular man had caught his eye. Wang Zichen, the "omega" as they called it who had miscarried. You would think someone would be absolutely shattered after their baby died, but Zichen seemed rather unfazed. He had been told by the guard whatever his name was that Zichen was the weakest of the all the consorts, both mentally and physically, the guard had hesitated before speaking about Zichen, when asked he replied "Your majesty usually gets irrated by just hearing the third consort's name, this servant was just surprised that your majesty wanted to learn about him" what a reply Haoran had thought, this guard guy was really a character. But all in all from whatever Intel he had gathered was that 1) Lan Haoran was a completely cold bastard, who did as he pleased and had little regard for people, ofcourse no one had said that, he had gathered that from whispers and the way people reacted around him 2) Lan Haoran hated, absolutely despised Wang Zichen, his third wife, Haoran had no idea how you could stay married to someone you hated that much, and besides that if Lan Haoran had hated Zichen so much how did Zichen end up pregnant...Well seems like the Emperor had been a horndog and lastly 3) Lan Haoran was a genius, one of a kind, the kind of Emperor who could solve one crisis a day...now this was the problem Haoran was an idiot, a college dropout who only sat around watching TV the whole day, he had no skills at all, he could not do the Emperor's duties for now the guard had been handling it, Haoran hadn't even looked at them.

Haoran sighed again for the third time, just why did the God's hate him so much, sure he had been a lazy no good in his previous life but this punishment seemed too cruel, he would rather be fried in an oil coldron and be sawed into half in hell rather than be here...okay no that was extreme, being fried in oil sounded terrifying. He looked over the books lying on the table, he hadn't read a single one ofcourse, suddenly a bright ideal came to his head, he picked up the book and started reading, he put it down a minute later and sighed once again, oh how he craved a cup of coffee.