Chapter 1

Chapter 1

[Just tell me-are you high above everyone else or not?]

“Yes, but…”

[Do crowds submit to you, with people kneeling before you every day or not?]

“Yes, but…”

[Are you irresistible? Do all men who see you end up fighting until blood is shed, even ruining their families over you?]

“Yes, but…”

[Do you have lots of scenes underneath men?]

“Yes, but…”

[Then may I ask, esteemed host, why are you still dissatisfied? Why are you even threatening to give me a bad review?]

I stared out over the empty Golden Throne Hall and let out a cry from the depths of my soul.

“But! I’m not even human! You freaking transmigrated me into the Dragon Throne!

“Look at this! Is this a hand? No, it’s a freaking armrest!

“Are these legs? No, they’re freaking chair legs!”

The System argued back, equally worked up.

[But you said a whole bunch of things, and not once did you say you had to be human!]

Oh my god. Did that really need to be said? Let me ask you this: what can a chair even do?

The System told me to calm down.

As long as the male lead saw me, he would fall deeply in love with me.

The transmigration plot was still the same old routine.

I would support the fallen prince and help him ascend the throne, then we would fall in love, hurt each other a bit, and complete the mission.

But in the original script, I was very clearly, at the very least, a person.

Even being a man would have been fine!

“Are you sure he’ll fall in love with a chair?”

[Absolutely. Guaranteed love.]

Which brought us to the next problem: who was going to call the male lead over?

Right now, I was inside a chair, and the System was inside my head. Neither of us could go anywhere.

The System fell silent for a long while. [Let’s wait.]

Me: “Fine. He’ll come eventually, right?”

The System comforted me. [Of course. He’ll be born in another two months.]

Me: “…You mother-”

And so, in the days that followed, I was trapped inside the Dragon Throne, waiting for the male lead to grow up.

Chapter 2

Experiencing the world from the Dragon Throne’s perspective for the first time was honestly pretty bizarre.

At the start, the person sitting on me was the male lead’s father, the Old Emperor.

He had been emperor for decades and was used to settling all the way back into the chair, both hands resting on the dragon heads, his posture close to half-paralyzed.

The people below him were always arguing. They argued until he got irritated and restless, and sometimes he even secretly farted.

Even if I was a chair, I was still the heroine of this story! How could I suffer such humiliation? So I stabbed him in the butt.

He instantly stood up in pained indignation.

“We feel as though We are sitting on a bed of needles!”

Well, look at him, playing right along.

In my third month as the Dragon Throne, I met the male lead at his one-month celebration.

“System, not gonna lie, he’s really cute.”

The Old Emperor had him do the object-grabbing ceremony. A jade ruyi, gold ingots, an inkstone, a dagger… Things were laid out all over the floor.

The male lead was worthy of being the male lead.

Xiao Yu crawled straight onto me in one go, happily crawling back and forth, even patting me with his tiny hands as he played.

The Old Emperor’s face turned black. He tossed Xiao Yu down three times, and Xiao Yu climbed back up by himself three times.

The System said, [See? He doesn’t like anyone else. He only likes you.]

See what?

All I saw was the Old Emperor looking extremely displeased.

After that, I never saw Xiao Yu again.

I heard he and his mother consort had been thrown into some cold palace.

Another six or seven years passed. The Old Emperor fell ill, and his Young Empress took his place.

Her whole body smelled sweet. When she sat down, she only perched on half the seat, and her posture was very proper.

The people below still argued. They argued until her brows knitted with worry, and she secretly dug her fingernails hard into the armrest.

During that period, Xiao Yu became a child no one looked after.

He often snuck in at night and told me all his troubles. How his imperial father hated him, how his mother consort was sick too, how the two of them didn’t have enough to eat and had no money for medicine…

I got so annoyed listening to it that I peeled a small piece of gold from the inside of the armrest. With a clink, it rolled down in front of him.

“Little husband, take it and spend it.”

Hiss. I even had the illusion that my hand hurt a little.

Xiao Yu picked the gold up off the floor and stared at me in surprise, his eyes wide.

Later, the Young Empress was scared out of her wits, thinking she had gouged it off herself.

Speaking of which, I actually quite liked the Young Empress.

It was just that, at night, the Prince Regent and she both sat on me.

I immediately made the System turn off all my five senses.

The System said, [Live and learn. Next time, don’t transmigrate into a chair.]

I stole one peek, then shut my eyes.

[Tables are off-limits too.]

But I felt like I had seen something in the corner just now.

A small figure that was strangely familiar?

“It’s the male lead! The male lead saw!”