MTL - Water Recovery System - Chapter 35

According to a popular legend, the famous God of War of Great Liang, Huo Wujiu, was once captured by an enemy country. He had his meridians severed and both his legs broken before he was thrown into the prison. In order to humiliate him, that incapable ruler of the country gifted him to his cutsleeve brother as a concubine.

General Huo suffered a great deal of humiliation. He laid in wait for three years before he shed his cicada skin and returned to the Great Jing. He treated his crippled legs, and three months later, he led his army to storm the enemy’s capital. He slaughtered the emperor, razed the capital, and finally beheaded that tr*sh of a cutsleeve, displaying his head on the city’s walls for the next three years.

Since then, the world has been united.

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A certain university’s history lecturer received a graduation thesis depicting the legend of Huo Wujiu, and he wrote a full page of criticism for the student.

Then he blinked, and he was transmigrated into the body of that cutsleeve prince.

There were lanterns and decorations everywhere. A man came, sending word that the disabled general of the enemy state had already entered the manor in his wedding sedan.

As he looked at the General Huo in front of him, taking in his malicious gaze, his tortured state, clad in a red wedding gown, Jiang Suizhou realised that even legends can come true.

This legend could even cause him to be beheaded in public in the future, with his head hung on the city walls for three years.

Jiang Suizhou’s only option was to take good care of General Huo.

In spite of the hidden arrows of the court’s political agendas and the incapable ruler’s endless attempts to humiliate him, he could only bite the bullet and bear the brunt of it; his only wish was that after three years, he could protect his own head.

Of course, he didn’t dare to even dream of asking this 3 meters tall “concubine” to serve him.

However, before the three years was up, General Huo’s legs recovered on their own.

He didn’t just slaughter the incapable ruler and unite the land under the heavens, but he also climbed into his own bed and pinned him down with a heated gaze, stubbornly wanting to establish his status as a concubine.

Three hundred years since the founding of the Great Jin Dynasty, the fortune of the country has been prosperous. In the imperial court, there are great Confucianists who make their promises.

Zuo Daoqi traveled to this world and became a little eunuch who was about to be thrown into the cold palace.

The court was treacherous, and the rivers and rivers were vicious. He just wanted to live on honestly.

But accidentally opened the script of life, can see through other people’s future scripts, and can get rewards after completing tasks.

The first thing that caught my eye was a little loli who was about to become an empress…

From then on, Zuo Daoqi planned to stay in the cold palace, study the game script well, and train the future empress by the way.

In my spare time, I’ll talk to the queen mother, imperial concubine, princess and so on.

His original purpose was to protect himself, so that he could leave the palace as soon as possible and become a rich man.

…

Until one day, a little eunuch came to Zuo Daoqi’s side,

“Nine thousand years old, the empress dowager said it’s time to serve her tonight.”

- Description from novelbuddy

A fickle, decadent, wilful person going through life like it’s a game.

An experienced, logical mind that’s above feelings.

This was a relationship that had started off with “Carpe Diem”, but slowly turned into a bloodless, psychological battle. They shared a mutual distrust, but also mutual attraction. As they suspected and tested each other, challenging each other’s limits, they both fell into the enemy’s hands with their eyes wide open. Sentiments growing amidst ignorance, they finally, were caught in their own traps.

Winner takes all,

Loser stands small.

- Description from Novelupdates

After spending his sixth year at Hogwarts a century ago, Harry finds himself back in the cupboard under the stairs in 1991, once again receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter.“You’re telling me my parents were killed by a dark wizard?” Harry asked. “Who is this dark wizard? Why are you all so afraid of him that you won’t even say his name?”“It’s Vol—,” Hagrid began cautiously. “Well, we call him Voldemort, because he personally killed hundreds of people.”Harry nodded nonchalantly.“And what happened the next day?”Hagrid: “Uh?”--