I Transmigrated to the Warring States as Ji Zhuo, the Son of Heaven of Zhou, and Rose Against the Odds

Wearing mourning clothes, Ji Zhuo knelt on the ground, so grief-stricken that he nearly fainted. In a daze, he slowly came to, only to find his head a muddled mess, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Suddenly, an astonishing thought flashed through his mind like a sharp bolt of lightning: Had he transmigrated? That was right. He had plunged straight from 2025 into the Warring States era, a time of raging wars and contending powers!

“How... how is this possible?” Ji Zhuo's mind roiled with countless feelings of shock and bewilderment.

“Report!” A soldier rushed into the hall in a panic, dropped to one knee, and cried out, “Your Majesty, Duke Xi of the West, Qin's 30,000 troops have set up camp a hundred li away. They have sent this letter, saying they will take over Luoyi City in seven days!”

“Ah, what are we to do?” one minister asked, his face pale with fear and his voice trembling.

Another minister panicked and wailed, “Duke Xi has only just passed away, and now the king is dead. The Qin army is invading too. What are we supposed to do?” The scout looked at the two coffins in the mourning hall and was stunned as well.

Ji Zhuo sprang to his feet, his gaze resolute. “No! We must fight the Qin army!” Hearing this, Ji Bing shuddered and hurriedly bowed with clasped hands.

“Prince Zhuo, you mustn't! The Qin are brutal. Four years ago at Changping, they buried 400,000 Zhao soldiers alive! After his defeat, Duke Xi surrendered thirty-six cities. Now the royal city of Luoyi has barely a thousand soldiers. How can we possibly stand against 30,000 elite Qin troops?”