Transmigrated as Heshen: Starting with a Blade at My Throat

I transmigrated into the body of Heshen. From the start, I was sentenced to immediate execution.

Three million taels of river-construction funds had been embezzled, and overnight, the blame landed on me. The entire court was waiting for me to confess, while Qianlong watched me like a hawk.

But I wasn't the original Heshen. In my previous life, I'd spent ten years auditing accounts. I could spot tampering in fake books at a glance. Four-column ledgers, flowcharts: Qing Dynasty officials had never seen anything like them. I was a bona fide modern man.

With everything on the line, I asked for one day. Either I uncovered the truth, or my blood would stain the golden bricks.

I took on Qian Feng, battled Zhao Chongde, turned the Ministry of Works upside down, and investigated the Tongzhou salt administration to the bottom. One ledger was all it took to pry open everyone's mouths.

Everyone thought I was guilty of embezzlement. Everyone thought I wouldn't live another three days.

With a blade at my throat, I smiled.

"Your Majesty, give me one day. I'll return this black pot to the people who deserve to carry it."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.