I Was a Disgraced Crown Prince from the Start, Yet I Built the Supreme Shadow Realm

Ning Yuan transmigrated. He transmigrated into the crown prince. Well... the future heir to the throne. It certainly looked like a life of endless privilege. That is, if his father, the emperor, hadn't sent troops to Qingman and been captured, if his uncle hadn't become emperor right after, and if he hadn't ended up under house arrest... Without all that, Ning Yuan figured being crown prince wouldn't be so bad. But now he was merely a deposed crown prince confined to a small courtyard, where more than a hundred of his personal maids had died. Fortunately, though, Mother Earth protects every wanderer in another world. A tree had sprouted in Ning Yuan's spiritual sea. Feed it enough nutrients, and it would bear fruit. And each fruit contained a divine treasure. Happiness had come far too suddenly. “Hey? [Shadow Lord's Fate Corpse]?” “It can create one Shadow Guard every day, and they can never truly die. Given enough time, they can recover and revive? Nice.” “That's a good one.” “Hey? The fate aspect [Dragon's Bearing and Phoenix's Grace]?” “I can get more and more handsome? Well, that works too. Being handsome brings good luck, after all.” “What? It can also summon the dragon veins to a certain extent and control the empire's destiny? That's powerful.” “...”