He wakes up as a beggar who has fainted from hunger in the street, only to be taken by the Empress and forced into marriage as a shield against assassins?
The aristocratic clans mock him as “the royal house's lapdog,” the moralists condemn him as “a hen crowing at dawn,” and even the eunuchs dare steal his steamed buns!
Xiao Jing fires back with a trump card:
“Grain seeds that yield a thousand jin per mu, enough to feed all three armies on the frontier!”
“Steel blades forged with a simple method, enough to cut through the barbarian cavalry!”
“Fleets sailing rivers and seas, with gold piling up in the national treasury!”
When the Empress is caught in factional strife, he uses his astonishing talents to amass a fortune from across the land!
When drought leaves corpses stretching for miles, he builds factories where everyone can earn a wage!
When a palace coup threatens the throne, he trains cannons on the gates and blasts the traitors' plot to pieces!
The imperial granaries overflow with grain! Weapons slice through iron like mud! Merchant ships clog the canals!
The people who once despised him kneel all along Vermilion Bird Street, holding up blood-written petitions:
“We beg Your Majesty to make him Emperor Consort, so we can all have braised pork at every meal!”
On the imperial bed, the Empress grips the secret report, her eyes reddening. “Xiao Lang, the people have spoken. How much longer are you going to hide?”
Xiao Jing crosses his legs and gnaws on a chicken drumstick. “Your Majesty, I've caught a bit of a chill lately. Why not come warm me up?”
The Empress rolls her eyes at Xiao Jing. “There you go again!!!”
It feels pretty good
It's okay, it's pretty good without the love brain