My Family Has an Imperial Throne to Inherit, but I Just Want to Take It Easy

I thought my family was just an ordinary working-class household. My parents were employees at a small company, and every day they could spend ages haggling with the market vendors over the price of a few vegetables. Then, on my twentieth birthday, they solemnly dragged me out of my dorm, bundled me into a car that looked utterly ordinary on the outside but was dazzlingly luxurious within, and drove all the way to a remote mountain wilderness where not even birds would go. In front of a sheer cliff, my dad took out a remote control and pressed a button. The mountain rumbled and slowly split open. The sight before me made the iced cola in my hand drop to the ground with a pop. Gold