The Capital’s Spoiled Heir

The Capital, Jingzhao Prefecture.

The bitter winds of late autumn lashed the faded, peeling red-lacquered gates of the Earl of Dingyuan’s residence like whips studded with ice.

Inside the gates, the atmosphere was even colder and more oppressive than outside.

Shen Lang felt as if he had been tossed into a giant washing machine and spun around until the world whirled and his head throbbed. Countless jumbled, unfamiliar fragments of memory charged through his mind like wild horses.

“Ugh…” He groaned in pain and struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

Above him was an antique bed canopy carved with intricate patterns. The air was filled with a faint, indistinguishable mix of medicinal and musty smells.

Wasn’t I working late at the office on a project? Where am I?

The next second, a flood of information surged into his mind, answering his question with brutal efficiency.

Shen Lang, courtesy name… none. Eighteen years old, a notorious wastrel in the capital, hated by people and dogs alike, stupid and lecherous. His father was Shen Han, the current Earl of Dingyuan: a stern, old-fashioned noble who couldn’t keep his declining family afloat. His mother, Lady Chen, spoiled her son without the slightest restraint.

As for him, or rather, the original owner of this body, he had tried to harass a distant relative of the Duke of Anguo on the street yesterday. The man’s servants had beaten him so badly that he’d been half-dead by the time they carried him home.

And then… then he had been replaced by Shen Lang, a miserable office worker from the modern world, who had died from overwork and transmigrated into this body.