The moment he opened his eyes, Zhao Heng had transmigrated into a historical novel as the ultimate cannon fodder: the Sixth Prince of the Southern Dynasty!
The good news: He had written this book!
The bad news: He had written it under a secret identity, as a female-oriented alternate-history novel starring an all-conquering heroine!
A living hell from the start:
Would the perverted Crown Prince force him to share their father's favorite consort?
Was the Fourth Prince's poisoned-wine special already booked for him two years from now?
And was the heroine of the Northern Dynasty currently eating and drinking with her entourage of handsome, lovesick men, on course to unite the realm ten years later?
Zhao Heng was at his wit's end. “I made this mess, and now I have to live with it. I wrote this ridiculous Mary Sue story, and it's going to kill me!”
Trapped in a tired old plot, he had no choice but to fight back:
“Fourth Brother wants to serve me poisoned wine? I'll use my information advantage to turn the tables!”
“To hell with Mary Sue! I'll plant prophecies with pinpoint precision and set the lovesick fools against each other!”
“Father, I want command over every army in the realm!”
Years later, the heroine of the Northern Dynasty stared at the Southern Dynasty's army marching north, deep in thought. “I thought this was supposed to be a dynasty of lovesick men. How did it suddenly turn into a hard-core farming and conquest saga?!”
