Zhao Shun, the monarch of the Southern Dynasty, was twenty-four years old. He ascended the throne at the age of six and his mother, Queen Dowager Zheng, was in charge of the government. When he was nineteen, Queen Dowager Zheng died and the power was returned to the emperor.

However, during the reign of Queen Dowager Zheng, Zheng's cronies among her maternal relatives were already spread throughout the court, and they were able to cover the sky with one hand. In addition, the Queen Dowager doted on Zhao Shun and raised a second-generation rich man who was indulging in beauty and pleasure all day long. Therefore, Zhao Shun was not interested in government affairs and still relied on his maternal relatives, which led to complaints from all walks of life.

But Zhao Shun didn't care, and even thought that this was a god's life. He could have all the beauties in the world as he pleased, living a life of luxury and debauchery, enjoying the greatest honor in the world. His mother had died of illness and he didn't have to be responsible for it. Wasn't it a god's life?

"Apparently that's all you can remember?" You can't even remember the names of the people around you.

"Tsk, they won't give me any information about the dungeon." Zhang Yuanqing groaned and stood up. Immediately, he heard a reminder from the spiritual realm:

[The main mission is activated. Defeat the Northern Dynasty army or save the Southern Dynasty capital.]

[Ding! Side quest activated, survive for 24 hours]

Ding! The side quest is activated. Find the spy lurking in the palace.

[Ding! Side quest activated, win the hearts of the people.

[Note: As you complete each task, you can unlock some items in your inventory.

Please note that your current identity is Zhao Shun and you must not reveal any identity and information related to the Spiritual Realm Walker.

"There are too many tasks." Zhang Yuanqing listened to the continuous reminder tone in his ears, his expression a little dazed.

There is a side quest to survive for 24 hours, and the dungeon of the king of the fallen country is a large-scale war dungeon, which is obviously impossible to complete within 24 hours. There are so many tasks in the initial stage of the dungeon, what about the middle and late stages?

Also, now that his skills and inventory have been sealed, his body has become powerless and weak, unable to take care of himself. How can such a character survive?

"To others this is an A-level instance, but to me it feels like an S-level instance."

Obviously, the "King of the Lost Country" is the core character of the copy, and he was unlucky to have drawn the most difficult character card.

"Alas, I don't know where the others have gone. Can they find me? Where are my left protector, Magic Eye, and my right protector, Xiao Fu? I need your protection."

He had experienced this kind of copy once, which was the last Five Elements Rebellion copy.

At this moment, the girl beside the pillow was awakened by the noise. She rubbed her eyes with her small hands, opened her snow-white arms and wrapped them around him, saying in a tender voice, "Your Majesty."

Chu Changcheng's delicate body twisted gently, making skillful seductive movements.

"You are so young, but you have such strong professional skills? What a damn feudal society!" Zhang Yuanqing prefers plump and mature beauties, and has no interest in this kind of girl. He gently pushed her away and ordered: "Change my clothes!"

The girl nodded in agreement, quickly climbed down from the bed, stuck out her fair little butt, picked up the complicated palace clothes on the ground, and quickly put them on with the help of her little hands.

It's a palace maid. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the slightly simple palace dress and guessed the girl's identity.

If she were a concubine of high status, she would not dress herself.

After putting on clothes, the girl led the emperor to the screen, took off the casual clothes hanging on the screen one by one, and skillfully put them on Zhang Yuanqing.

During the whole process, all Zhang Yuanqing needed to do was stretch his arms and legs, or stay still, which reminded him of the scene when his father helped him put on clothes when he was a child. This is one of the few memories of Zhang Zizheng.

Chen Shu was a strong-willed woman throughout her life. She was strict and laissez-faire in her way of raising her children. She required Zhang Yuanqing to dress himself when he was three years old. Zhang Yuanqing didn't know how to dress. In his memory, it was always a pair of big, warm hands that helped him put on his clothes. While the palace maids were helping him change his clothes, Zhang Yuanqing started thinking about what he should do next.

"What was my side quest? Damn, my memory has also declined."

Zhang Yuanqing opened the attribute panel and returned to the copy mission. Don't worry about the main mission for now. The three side missions, namely "survive for 24 hours", "find the spy" and "gain the hearts of the people", don't worry about them either, as they are impossible to do for the time being.

There are two side quests that need to be completed, but what do "survive for 24 hours" and "find the spy" mean?

"Surviving for 24 hours means the palace is unsafe? These two side quests may be related. The danger comes from the spies lurking in the palace. Then, the next goal is very clear, to find the spies, but there must be sufficient intelligence support. Well, first understand the situation in the palace."

As he was thinking, Zhang Yuanqing heard a muffled voice urging from outside the curtain: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to take the medicine. The imperial physician said that you should take the medicine while it's hot. If it gets cold, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced."

Outside the curtain, a tall and burly figure appeared again.

"I understand." Zhang Yuanqing responded impatiently. After the palace maid put a gold and jade crown on his head, he walked to the bronze mirror and examined his appearance.

A handsome young man, thin and frail, with a sickly pale face and dull eyes, a typical example of a man who has been drained of his body by alcohol and sex.

"With a sub-healthy body, in this era, some people may easily die from sudden illness," Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself.

How could this be the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun, the pride of heaven? Even if Guan Ya stood in front of him, she probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.

He opened the curtain and walked into the outer hall.

The hall was decorated with luxurious and expensive gold-thread carpets, famous calligraphy hung on the walls, pottery was on the antique shelves, and the orchids by the windows were all rare varieties. On the round table covered with bright yellow silk, there was a bowl of steaming medicine.

Kneeling on one side was a burly middle-aged eunuch with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. His frosty brows were filled with restlessness, as if he would take action at any time.

Zhang Yuanqing sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and took a sip. He found it bitter and unpleasant, making him nauseous. He deliberately said loudly: "What kind of medicine is this? It's like feces. Take it away. I won't drink it."

His purpose in doing this was to maintain his image as a tyrant, not to start a conversation in a reasonable way to gather information.

The middle-aged eunuch with white hair frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the toxins in your body have not been eliminated yet. The imperial physician said that it will take at least ten days to fully recover. You'd better not get close to women these days."

The palace maid who slept with her last night shrank her head, her face full of fear.

Poison? Zhang Yuanqing's eyes lit up, and he deliberately said loudly: "Poison? What poison? Lian is the true dragon emperor, the supreme ruler is immune to all poisons."

The middle-aged eunuch with gray hair raised his brows, took a few steps closer, and stared down at him.

"It's true that you are the emperor, but a bottle of Hedinghong can still kill you. You were poisoned three days ago. If I hadn't discovered it in time, you would have died."

Although Zhao Shun, the tyrant emperor, lived a carefree life of debauchery, even the eunuchs gave him a cold shoulder, which showed that he had no real power at all.

The eunuch might also be a member of the Zheng family. He was poisoned three days ago. So it seems that the spy has already taken action once.

"I will be assassinated again within 24 hours. This is the method used by the person who poisoned me. If I can't find the spy, it will most likely continue." Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts turned, and he sighed in his heart again.

"Magic Eye, Xiao Fu, the king needs your protection!"

"This medicine is too hard to drink, take it away." Zhang Yuanqing pushed the bowl aside. Since the original owner was almost poisoned to death, he must not touch anything in the palace again. Maybe the spy is in the bedroom, maybe among the palace maids and eunuchs on the scene. Any carelessness will kill him on the spot. The burly middle-aged eunuch said angrily: "Your Majesty, if you drink the medicine carelessly, I will have no choice but to feed you."

Zhang Yuanqing, the "city dog ​​slave", smashed the bowl to the ground with all his strength and flew into a rage, "How dare you, a worthless eunuch, threaten me!"

The middle-aged eunuch's chest heaved and he finally walked away in anger.

Watching the middle-aged eunuch leave, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes moved slightly, dismissed his attendants, called in the palace maid who had slept with him last night, and snorted coldly: "Who is he?"

In this huge palace, he currently only trusts this little palace maid.

If she was a spy, Zhao Qun would have been dead. No matter how cautious you are, you can never be on guard against the person next to you.

The little palace maid should be a safe and reliable copy of the NPC, and we can get some information from her. "He is Li Changshi" The little palace maid was a little confused, not understanding why the formation asked this question.

"Emperor Li? Is he trustworthy?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

The young maid's expression became more and more confused: "Li Changshi is an old man in the Queen Mother's palace. The Queen Mother Mu arranged him to serve you. Li Changshi can be trusted, but he has a bad temper."

"People around the Queen Mother, they shouldn't be spies!" Zhang Wuqing asked, thinking.

"He just said that I was poisoned. Is that true?"

The little palace maid nodded repeatedly.

"Your Majesty did have a sudden illness a few days ago and suffered from severe abdominal pain. It was Changshi Li who discovered your abnormality and asked the imperial physician to diagnose your Majesty."

"Where was I before I was poisoned?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.

The little maid bowed her head and thought for a moment, then said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty has been to many places and met many concubines and maids."

The subtext of this statement is that you have too much fun and no one knows how you got poisoned.

This is a bit of a headache. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds, and with his profound knowledge of literature and history, he had an idea: "I want to read the daily record."

The little palace maid said, "Your Majesty, you can ask the internal historian for it."

The official in charge of the emperor's daily records was called "Qiu Ju Lang", who was under the jurisdiction of the Neishi Province.

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand: "It's not the daily record, it's the one related to the palace history."

The emperor had a daily record, and the other was recorded by the Imperial Palace Official, which recorded his conversations with ministers during his life in the harem.

Daily records were kept by eunuchs.

The little palace maid replied: "Your Majesty can ask Li Changshi for it."

I was afraid he would hit me. Zhang Yuanqing ordered, "Go get it."

The little maid was frightened and pouted, saying aggrievedly, "Yes!"

He lowered his head and walked quickly, leaving the bedroom.

A quarter of an hour later, the little palace maid returned with a dozen thick books and presented them with both hands.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the daily record and said with satisfaction: "Well done, you will sleep with me tonight."

The little maid was immediately overjoyed. Whether it was the concubines, maids, or even the singing girls in the palace, who wouldn't want to sleep with him?

As long as you can conceive a dragon fetus, you can fly to the tree and become a phoenix.

Zhang Yuanqing dismissed the palace maid, sat up and looked through the diary, reading intently. The words in the diary were in standard late regular script, which was not a reading difficulty for the top student of Songhai University.

The daily record contains the people Zhao Shun has come into contact with and the things he has done, so there must be clues.

After reading a few pages, Zhang Yuanqing felt a headache and found that he had underestimated Zhao Shun's extravagance.