[Political Intrigue + Emperor from the Start]
Transmigrated into the body of a prince confined to the cold palace, Xiao Chen only wants to survive.
On the night the old emperor dies, he stakes everything and rushes into the bedchamber.
Everyone thinks he has gone to pay his respects. Even the chief eunuch stops him with contempt.
No one knows what deal the fourteen-year-old made with his dying father behind that door.
And no one could imagine that when he walked back out, he already held the entire realm in his hands.
The crown prince hates him, Prince Jin sees him as an insect, and Prince Chu laughs at his naivete.
He lowers his head and sheds tears, playing the harmless little brother.
Yet in corners where no one can see, he moves his pieces one by one.
Sowing discord, framing his enemies, settling old scores:
He watches coldly as his elder brothers slaughter one another in the game he has laid out.
Only when he drives a dagger into his eldest brother's chest does he recall his father's dying words:
"Once you take this seat, don't expect to have brothers ever again."
For the sake of being profound!
Less filler. Absolutely a good book.