The Immortal Emperor Has Not Yet Lost His Kingdom

Transmigration shouldn't come with everyone bowing down—why is everyone smarter than me? Can I, the Immortal Emperor, still hold my throne? Li Sanmo was originally just a minor civil servant writing poverty alleviation reports. Orphaned and raised on subsidies, his biggest dream was to work fewer overtime days. Then he opened his eyes and became the Immortal Emperor. Bad news: The Immortal Emperor had been ill for many years, his mind sometimes clear, sometimes not. Good news: Everyone assumed he had finally recovered. Latest news: The night before he woke up, a noble scion, who merely enjoyed listening to a snow maiden sing and play the zither on a flower boat, was accused of secretly colluding with the Eastern Sea. In the investigation office, he slammed the table, smashed wine bowls, and cursed, causing chaos. 'Listening to a song is treason? Then what about those in the court who live by the sea? What about those in Jiangnan? What about those who raise werewolves and succubi at home?' ... Li Sanmo gradually realized that this Nine Continents was far more complicated than he imagined. Within, the Nine Heavenly Lords sat high above, and aristocratic families dominated the four corners. Beyond the seas lay the Eastern Sea. Outside the realm were celestial demons. The wilderness hid the insect mother. Deep in the mountains, the demon race clamored daily to reclaim their ancestral lands. As two unreliable individuals met, the storm of the Nine Continents began to turn.