The Great Yin's Number One Troll: Your Majesty, Who Shall We Execute Next?

After transmigrating into an imaginary dynasty as its most famous good-for-nothing prince, I planned to lie flat, eat my fill, and wait for death.

Who knew the enemy army would invade, and the entire court would nominate me, the kingdom’s notorious laughingstock, to go to the front lines as a sacrificial offering?

Smiling, I accepted the imperial decree in court, then used my modern knowledge of chemistry to make black powder.

That night, a mushroom cloud rose over the enemy camp. I carried the enemy crown prince’s head into the Golden Throne Hall and tossed it down:

“Your Majesty, who should I kill next?”

The man on the dragon throne shook like a leaf, but I caught the Empress Dowager’s fervent gaze from behind the curtain…