My Father Is the Emperor, and He Taught Me to Rebel

(Six thousand words already written and under contract, so feel free to bookmark.)

(No System, no golden finger, and no mastermind behind the scenes. Enter at your own risk.)

After transmigrating to the Great Qian Dynasty, Qin Mu discovers that his father’s whereabouts are shrouded in mystery, while the people of Great Qian are suffering terribly. Corrupt officials run rampant, local warlords carve up the realm, and powerful in-laws meddle in government. The dynasty is riddled with corruption and on the verge of collapse.

A severe drought strikes the northern lands. Crops fail, people are driven from their homes and forced to eat their own children, and the countryside stretches for miles, barren and littered with bones.

So Qin Mu raises the banner of rebellion and takes to the path of revolt.

To his surprise, his father gives him money whenever he asks, supplies all the grain he needs, and eagerly offers advice.

As a result, Qin Mu’s personal troops are all imperial guards, and his chief strategist is none other than the former prime minister. When he finally reaches the capital, he discovers that the man behind it all is his own father.

The Emperor says, “Ten thousand suits of armor should be routed through Luyang!”

And so Qin Mu gets ten thousand suits of armor.

The Emperor says, “Ten thousand shi of grain should be routed through Jihu!”

And so Qin Mu gets ten thousand shi of grain.

The Emperor says, “...”

The officials of the court tremble with fear and hurry to stop him. Please, we beg you, don’t say another word!!!