The Young Heir of a Military Clan

Having transmigrated into the Great Feng dynasty, I’ve just become a spoiled young heir. From the start, the old emperor wants me dead, so I’ll play dumb and quietly build up my strength.

Grandpa, you say we’re short on military funds? Then let me go snatch a bride.

I’m a spoiled young lord. Isn’t it perfectly reasonable for me to squander my father-in-law’s fortune?

Grandpa, you want grandchildren? Then let me snatch a few more young ladies to carry on the Song family line.

All the spoiled young lords in the capital are going crazy. If you want to squander a fortune, why not squander your own? Why are you wasting ours? The moment King Wu breathed his last, Song Chen dropped the act and revealed his true colors.

A hundred thousand iron-armored soldiers at my left, a hundred thousand heavy cavalry at my right. Is the old emperor ready?