Great Qin: The Ancestral Dragon Gives Me Hints, but I Can't Stay Under the Radar!

In the imperial palace of Great Qin, Ying Zheng paused as he read the memorial in his hands.

The contest of the Hundred Schools of Thought was a major event.

Which of the younger generation could shoulder this responsibility?

Just then, a System notification window appeared.

The Ninth Prince, Ying Cheng, had the cultivation of an Earthly Immortal and could handle the matter.

At the residence of the Ninth Prince, Ying Cheng was dumbfounded when he received the message.

After transmigrating, he had excitedly activated the sign-in System.

He had planned to keep a low profile and quietly grow stronger.

But for some reason, over the past few years Ying Zheng had kept finding things for him to do.

Before, it had been fine. They were all trivial matters.

Now he wanted Ying Cheng to preside over the contest of the Hundred Schools of Thought, held once every hundred years.

Was this a joke?

The Imperial Study.

Ying Cheng: "Father, I really can't do this!"

Ying Zheng: "No, you can definitely do it!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.