What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice?

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Fang Cheng picked up a long-haired man in ancient costume in the middle of the night who arrogantly claimed to be an emperor. Fang Cheng assumed he was just a mental patient who had wandered off. Fearing the sword the man carried, Fang Cheng played along, dropping to his knees and shouting “Long live the Emperor” while secretly planning his next move. He eventually tricked the man into acting in historical dramas to make some quick cash.

Surprisingly, the man’s regal bearing was impeccable—likely from years of practice in an asylum, Fang Cheng figured. After pocketing the acting fees, Fang Cheng rewarded him with a bowl of instant noodles and an egg. To his surprise, the man was so satisfied with the meal that he refused to leave Fang Cheng’s sofa. Fang Cheng decided that if the man wanted to stay, he had to earn his keep. Since he was eating Fang Cheng’s food and sleeping on his couch, he had to handle the cooking, cleaning, and even the occasional brawl.

As Fang Cheng happily counted his growing pile of money, he noticed the “patient” was looking at him with an increasingly strange gaze. The man began acting like a devoted house-husband, fussing over him daily. One night, after a few drinks, the man even declared he would “favor” Fang Cheng and appoint him as his Empress. Fang Cheng looked at his own buzz cut, tank top, and flip-flops, wondering what kind of Empress looked like a local hoodlum.

Despite the man’s delusions, he was a polymath who excelled at everything from housework to making money. He pampered Fang Cheng so well that the former hoodlum actually started to develop a little belly. Fang Cheng, who used to be poor and lazy, was now wealthy and lazy. He decided that if being an “Empress” meant living the ultimate life of a freeloader, he was all in. He settled back, ready to be fed for the rest of his life. It wasn’t until much later that a realization hit him: wait, you actually are a real emperor?

Raw Novel Name: 就吃陛下軟飯怎麽了