Transmigrated as a Prince: From the Start, I’m Thrown Onto the Battlefield?

At court, officials scheme against one another; in the martial world, heroes are bound by love and hate.

The Great Yin dynasty has stood for a hundred years. Court factions vie for power, martial heroes rise in every corner, land is swallowed up by the wealthy, and foreign tribes watch like hungry tigers.

As the emperor's grandson and heir to Prince Jing, Xiao Lin ought to have lived in luxury, played at cockfighting and dog racing, chased women, and exploited the people.

But instead...

The people: “The heir hid his true abilities for years, then rose to the occasion. What a mighty wind, the clouds swept up...”

Xiao Lin: “I didn't. Don't make things up.”

The courtesan: “The heir's poetry is unrivaled, his talent surpasses everyone of this age.”

Xiao Lin: “Just because we know each other doesn't mean I can't sue you for slander.”

The martial world: “Leader of the Dark Nether Sect, virtuous and mighty, may you reign for ten thousand years and unite the martial world!”

Xiao Lin: “You damn...”