Everyone Transmigrated to the Past, Except Me

I woke up to find myself transmigrated into the body of Prince Fusu, and eagerly rubbed my hands together as I waited to inherit the throne.

Suddenly, the System blared: [Qin Shi Huang Will Never Die].

I looked at my father, hale and hearty on the dragon throne, and nearly blacked out.

To stay alive, I decided to modernize the Great Qin with a modern mindset.

I used PowerPoint to write the Memorial on Expelling the Guests, and Li Si fell to his knees begging to become my student.

I launched the Great Qin Daily. The headline read: [Shocking! Prince Huhai Was Actually at Lanchi Palace Last Night...]

I turned Huhai's princely estate into the Great Qin Shared Startup Hub. On opening day, Wang Jian invested a million coins.

At a new-product launch in Shanglin Park, I brought out the “immortal artifact,” a telescope. “Only 9,998 coins!”

As the court officials fought over them, Li Si suddenly raised his hand. “Your Majesty, how about we make a five-year plan?”

His thick Hunan accent startled me so much that I dropped my telescope and shattered it...