Jiang Heng, the sixth prince of Great Qian, was good for nothing and idle. His brothers looked down on him, the emperor couldn’t stand him, and even though he was already nineteen, he didn’t even have a princess consort. His residence was so poor that it echoed.
Jiang Heng slumped on the bed.
“Ah, so this is my new identity...”
The road ahead was long and arduous.
That alone would have been enough, but what was going on with those two women over there?
What did they mean by “taking advantage”? And “getting a feel”?
What were they talking about?
I know nothing about political scheming, and I have no knack for manipulation.
I’ll pass on fighting for power and profit.
But...
I can start a company.
Childish ghost...