I Truly Am Not a Wise King!

Qu Dubian, a former celebrity who rose to fame through calculated “green tea” acting and fan voting in his past life, transmigrates into the body of a young prince in the Great Zhou Dynasty whose mother died early. Not only does he have just 3 days left to live, but he’s also bound to a [Disease Simulator] to extend his life. There are three ways to increase lifespan: 1. Daily martial arts practice check-in, adding one day of life. 2. Experience diseases, write papers for the system, help the system archive and upgrade, adding three months of life. 3. Make friends, increase their favorability to 60, adding one year of life. Qu Dubian understands one thing deeply: to gain favorability, helping in times of need is better than adding flowers to a brocade. A small eunuch about to freeze to death? Save him! The cheap emperor father, the neglected young master of the Minister’s family, the bored imperial concubines in the harem, the only son of a marquis family, hostages from enemy countries… Qu Dubian transforms into a filial(?) son/best friend/chat companion/playmate/soulmate, and the slowly increasing lifespan value makes him incredibly gratified. The [Disease Simulator] is also a divine tool for avoiding the terrifying waves of succession struggles! To exit the imperial power struggle, Qu Dubian stages a battlefield “accident,” rescues his exiled elder sister (a royal princess) who was married, and fakes total disability—blindness and crippled martial prowess. From now on, he can comfortably rest on these military achievements that can protect him for a lifetime, living peacefully. This move is super profitable! However— The Eastern Depot’s Chief gives a sinister look: “This one’s life was saved by the young prince. Investigate for me, who exactly made a move on the battlefield!” The newly crowned top scholar looks sickly: “I’ve schemed all my life, only for a wise ruler. If the wise ruler is in darkness, I’m unwilling to take office.” The young marquis, now the Northern Garrison General: “Imperial power has crushed to this extent, why does Your Highness still harbor kind thoughts?” The adoptive mother who never cared about worldly affairs: “My son has suffered such a calamity, if this palace still turns a blind eye, how can I be called a mother?!” The imperial concubines gather in Cining Palace, their resentful red-rimmed eyes leaving the emperor speechless. In an instant, the princes are all on edge, schemes are churning in the capital, and people’s hearts are in turmoil. Qu Dubian, who only wants to live peacefully: “…” Help, save me!! #They all want me to ascend the throne, but I just want to live peacefully# “Wild geese fly in cold beyond the pass, the winding melody crosses the border*.” *pun for Qu Dubian (literal meaning 曲 (Qǔ) – Melody, tune 渡 (Dù) – To cross, to pass over 边 (Biān) – Border, edge)