My father is a cloth merchant, so my family is rich. Add to that my unbelievable luck, and beauties, famous courtesans, and noble young ladies may all despise me, but every last one of them ends up won over by my “real ability.”
I entered the imperial examinations in the second year of Jiayou and came in first, outshining the Three Su brothers, the Cheng brothers, and Zeng Gong, and leaving Zhang Zai in the dust. The problem is, I don’t even know how to write an exam essay.
I curse treacherous ministers in the palace, then fool around with married women and visit brothels in the provinces. When I get bored, I start solving cases. I’m sorry to say I’m only average at martial arts and not particularly clever, but I’m incredibly lucky, and somehow I always crack the unsolved cases.
I rise through the ranks and stumble across money along the way. I have no cheat ability and no System. I’m just a little luckier than most.
Yet somehow I ended up in the body of the protagonist of a novel I wrote myself, in the familiar yet unfamiliar world of the Northern Song dynasty.
