After transmigrating as the son of a barbarian consort, Lu Li became the most despised half-blood prince of the Great Yong Dynasty.
His father, the emperor, died, and his brothers laid a deadly trap for him.
Everyone was waiting to see how he would die.
But he was determined to fight his way out and show them what a true technological mismatch looked like.
The crown prince was executed, the Third Prince was killed, and the capital fell.
The imperial clan put a woman on the throne, hoping to use her to stop his iron cavalry.
Lu Li rode into the Golden Hall and looked down at the officials. "This barbarian-born man is going to take a seat on the dragon throne today. Who's for it? Who's against it?"
That day, the great Confucian scholars vied to submit memorials urging him to ascend the throne, while the court historians wrote in flourishing strokes: The sage emperor has united the Chinese and barbarians, for Heaven's Mandate is with him!
And when his brothers knelt below the steps, trembling as they begged for mercy,
he only gave them a gentle smile:
"Love you, brothers. See you at Xuanwu Gate."
