I transmigrated ten years ago and built you a golden age for the Great Qian, but now you want to kill me? Fine. Why are you crying after I leave?
Su Yi transmigrated to the Great Qian and served the empress for ten years, pouring his heart and soul into turning a crumbling dynasty into a golden age.
In a world plagued by both internal and external threats, where martial arts grandmasters also roamed, he used the power of the System to crush all opposition.
But his achievements made the ruler wary.
At the victory banquet, the empress joined forces with treacherous ministers to humiliate him in every way as she tried to reclaim his military command. She even plotted to kill him.
“Su Yi, without my trust, you're nothing! Hand over your troops and get back to your hometown!”
Su Yi smiled.
“Fine. This golden age is what you wanted. You can have it back.”
He resigned on the spot, taking his closest followers and the System's shop with him, then headed to the desolate Luofeng Slope.
…
A month later, a blizzard struck the Great Qian, freezing countless people to death. The empress panicked as she stared at the empty treasury.
Three months later, the barbarians invaded from the south, and the capital was on the brink of disaster. The empress wept at the sight of the utterly outmatched Imperial Guard.
Half a year later, when the empress fled in disgrace to Luofeng Slope, she found towering buildings, neon lights, and steel armies patrolling the entire region. She completely broke down.
“Dear Su, I was wrong. Please come back!”
Standing on the deck of an aircraft carrier, Su Yi looked down at the empress kneeling before him, his expression indifferent.
“Your Majesty, I want to keep a low profile too, but the firepower of this Gatling gun won't let me.”
“Also, don't call me your dear minister. Call me… President Su.”
