Wu Wei wakes up to find himself in an unfamiliar palace, where everyone calls him the Tenth Prince.
“Your Highness, disaster! Floods have swept through Bian Village, and the harvest is gone!”
“Your Highness, disaster! The Jiang clan is attacking from the south again. Our troops are too weak to hold them back!”
“Your Highness, disaster! The emperor says that if your fiefdom doesn’t improve this year, the palace will stop sending you your stipend!”
“Your Highness!”
“Your Highness...”
“Your Highness...”
Aaargh! What are all these problems? How come everyone else transmigrates into a smooth ride, breaking off an engagement from the start and becoming a Dragon King with a mere twist of the mouth?
Why is it so different for me?
A hellish start, is it? You can’t handle it? Fine, then nobody’s handling anything. Nobody gets to play.
I’m done pretending. I’ll come clean. Xiao Cha, activate!
