I Really Don’t Want to Be Emperor

“My head hurts so much.” Zhao Su pressed his forehead and sat up in bed.

Perhaps it was because he had been staying up all night playing games these past few days, leaving him with a splitting headache from lack of sleep.

“Your Highness, you’re awake! Thank goodness! Quick, someone inform His Majesty—the Crown Prince has awakened!” Before Zhao Su could react, a shrill voice cried out.

Your Highness? His Majesty?

Zhao Su was bewildered. In modern society, there were no crown princes or emperors. Was he dreaming?

He opened his eyes, still groggy, and saw a group of people kneeling at his bedside. Among them was a stunning woman adorned with jewels, staring intently at him.

When the woman caught his gaze, she immediately put on a look of delighted relief, her eyes brimming with tears. “Oh, Your Highness, you’re finally awake! You gave us such a fright today.”

Her skin was white as snow, her beauty dazzling, and her eyes seemed able to steal a man’s very soul. Especially the generous curves of her chest—enough to make any man lose his senses, eager to bury himself there and die a happy man.

Before Zhao Su could take a closer look, pain exploded in his head once more, as though a snake were writhing inside his skull. He howled in agony and thrashed on the bed, frightening the eunuchs and maids into a panic.

The beautiful woman, seeing Zhao Su in such a state, let a cold, triumphant glint flash in her eyes. But she quickly feigned distress, urging the imperial physician to hurry and tend to him.

Zhao Su was unaware of