William Carter stretched out his hand and examined it carefully. The fingers were fair and slender. They actually looked a bit like his own hands, but these were clearly the pampered hands of someone born into wealth. The sleeves were very large, and judging by their appearance, quite luxurious—perhaps the family background was good. He touched his face—hey, pretty smooth, with a nose and eyes in the right places. With that, he felt mostly reassured; he should be human. He gave his chest a pat, and couldn’t help but want to laugh out loud—his luck was really good; he hadn’t transmigrated into a woman. Suddenly, he thought of a rather serious problem, felt a pang of anxiety, and reached his hand down between his legs. In his heart, he began to pray over and over: Heaven, please, let it be there, it has to be there.

A familiar sensation came from his hand, and he was instantly overwhelmed with excitement, nearly moved to tears. Truly, he was so happy. In this world, what could be better than transmigrating into a normal male with all five limbs intact? At this point in life, he had no other wishes. In his excitement, he found the thing even more adorable, and couldn’t help but sneak a few more squeezes, grinning to himself.

Suddenly, the woman in front of him let out a soft gasp, covering her mouth. This made William Carter look up, only to see her face twisted in a strange expression, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring blankly at his hand...

William Carter instinctively followed her gaze and looked down at himself. He broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that his actions were as perverted as could be.

He was doomed. William Carter felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, his face turning as bitter as a gourd. Although transmigrators had certain advantages, facing this woman—who made his heart race, who was even more beautiful than a movie star, with a temperament they could never hope to match—he had actually done such a lewd and horrifying thing right in front of her. The poor, dignified beauty’s face was a bit pale.

“Uh, well...” William Carter scratched his head, forcing a sheepish smile. “Ha, the atmosphere seemed a bit tense, so I was just joking around, just a joke. I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“?” The beautiful woman’s eyes were still wide, black and white, clear and without any impurities. But clearly, her expression was one of confusion.

“Uh, you don’t understand what I’m saying?” William Carter was also a bit at a loss. He frowned. Transmigration was the strangest thing. This girl, about twenty years old, looked like a woman from ancient China. But who knew—maybe the language system here was different from what he’d learned. Or perhaps, though she looked young, she might be an immortal who’d lived for thousands of years; otherwise, where would such an ethereal temperament come from?

Who would have thought, William Carter’s words seemed to startle her. Her face showed panic and a bit of unwillingness. She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and almost squeezed the words out through her teeth: “Replying to Your Majesty, this concubine truly does not understand what Your Majesty means by these words.” In her heart, though, she was filled with dread. Ever since the only favored Consort had died, this foolish emperor had become especially violent and domineering. Not only had he repeatedly threatened to depose the Empress and give the title to the deceased Consort, but now, things had gotten to the point where she no longer cared about the empty title of Empress. Just yesterday, he had ordered the execution of the last three concubines in the harem, along with over a hundred palace maids, claiming that the Consort had appeared to him in a dream and asked for them to accompany her. If not for her own powerful family background, who knew what would have happened... The Queen shivered inwardly.

Even more absurd and tyrannical, several loyal old ministers had tried to remonstrate with their lives, begging the emperor not to remain obsessed with the dead Consort and to focus on governing the country. This had enraged the foolish emperor on the spot; one old minister had tried to bash his head against a pillar, and only survived thanks to timely rescue. The others were thrown into the imperial prison for speaking disrespectfully of the Consort.

Today, the foolish emperor had summoned her alone, trying to persuade her to give up the title of Empress and pass it to the dead Consort. The Queen, already disheartened, had been thinking of retreating to a nunnery, living out her days in solitude. But the emperor was too outrageous; when she hesitated, he threatened her with her family. Normally gentle-tempered, she was so enraged that she smashed a small vase over his head, knocking him out. But after doing it, she was filled with regret and fear. If she alone suffered severe punishment, so be it, but her parents, brothers, elders, juniors, relatives, and friends would likely not escape unscathed.

The panicked The Queen dared not make a sound. She hurriedly wiped the small amount of blood from his head and hid him away. When he slowly regained consciousness, her heart trembled even more. She resolved that if he woke in a rage and questioned her, she would kneel and beg, offering her title and life in exchange for her family’s safety.

Who would have thought, after waking, the foolish emperor seemed a bit confused, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes worried, sometimes overjoyed. In the end, he even did something so disgraceful and disgusting.