My Lord, I Was Born a Rogue. What's Wrong with Being a Little Good-for-Nothing?

Su Yu had the misfortune of transmigrating and becoming a beggar in the Great Sui Dynasty. His start was a complete disaster: all he had was a broken bowl and a tattered mat. But with the shameless spirit of “spreading dung on someone else’s wall” and the “compulsory education” he’d managed to keep out of a dog’s stomach, he gradually made his fortune. He’d been a beggar and a thug, and he’d done every kind of work. He had no shame and no bottom line, yet the emperor insisted on promoting him, and even the princess wanted to marry him. The court officials envied him, sending one impeachment memorial after another. “Your Majesty, I was a thug to begin with. What’s wrong with being a little bit of a scoundrel?” But the things he invented kept earning him rewards, and he had the emperor’s favor. The court officials both loved and hated him, while Su Yu just wanted to quit. “I was a commoner, farming in Liyang, barely keeping myself alive in troubled times... no, in this prosperous age. I have no desire for fame among the lords. Your Majesty, please let me retire to the countryside!” “You scoundrel! This matter is not up for discussion!”