You Call the Heir Sickly and Expect Me to Be Your Workhorse?

The blessings of working a 996 schedule in his previous life have earned him this hard-won chance to transmigrate. But you claim the heir apparent is sickly, and still expect me to toil like a beast of burden? I transmigrate as Zhu Gaoxu, Prince of Han. I thought that if I kept my head down enough, I wouldn’t end up like a chicken in a clay pot. But now you’re telling me I have to risk my neck and go to war, too? How is a delicate young man who worked 996 every day in his previous life supposed to take that? If I go, I’ll be killed on the battlefield in no time. So I stole a bunch of things from the residence, took a young maid with me, and ran away.