Faced with the natural and man-made disasters of the late Ming, he spent ten years practicing martial arts without gaining a shred of inner energy. All he wants is to hide out in a Taoist temple and wait for the late Ming chaos to pass.
But his master orders him down the mountain, and not for any other reason: he is the emperor's eldest son.
But the current crown prince is Zhu Cilang. Is this going to turn into a brotherly power struggle?
War, famine, locusts, drought, and the deadly smallpox plague: how can a man who just wants to keep his head down survive?
Even worse, a naive little girl who wants nothing but to roam the martial world is following him around.
Even as a transmigrator, surviving in the late Ming is no easy feat.
The real problem is that this naive girl with no bad intentions is tagging along.
If you have no bad intentions, why are you provoking bandits?
If you have no bad intentions, how dare you shoot arrows at pirates?
Hey, hey, hey! You can't just draw your sword whenever you see a foreign beauty!
Junior Sister, I'm begging you as your senior brother. We're in France, and their revolution has absolutely nothing to do with us!
