Wang Dian found himself transported to another world—dressed in a suit and gripping a bottle of red wine. To his left stood a group of fierce, sword-wielding generals, and to his right, robed officials with billowing sleeves, cold and unyielding. They all knelt in unison, addressing him as "Your Majesty." Clutching the wine bottle, Wang Dian muttered, "Rise." Starting off as an emperor wasn’t so bad—until he entered the palace bedchamber and saw a man who looked exactly like him. "Who knew such a marvel existed in this world?" The man raised an eyebrow and smirked. *"I aimed to seize the moon from the heavens, yet ended up drunkenly sprawled atop the clouds—because of you."* **A decisive, hardworking tycoon × A lazy, mercurial tyrant-emperor** *A royal love story between the modern and ancient versions of domineering CEOs.* *The ‘me’ from a past life meets the ‘you’ of this life.* **Warning: They look identical.** ----