Li Yu, who had been worked like a beast of burden on Earth, transmigrated into the body of the youngest son of the Prince of Shuobei in the fictional Liang Kingdom. He thought he could be the chosen one and lay the foundations of an eternal empire.
Prince of Shuobei: “Son, if you’re born rich, don’t start a business; if you’re born into an official family, don’t take the civil service exam. Your destiny is to eat, wait, and die.”
Elder brother Li Yao: “I’m a brilliant general, a peerless talent. I can shoulder the nation and build up our house. Second brother, you’d better settle down and be a spoiled heir.”
Li Yu: “All right, I’ll lie flat.”
One day...
Prince of Shuobei: “Son, your brother died without a body left intact. The fate of our family and country now rests entirely on you.”
Li Yu: “Huh? I woke up from a nap and became the heir? Then it’s only reasonable that I can split rivers with a sword and ride roughshod across the land, while planning for the ages and plotting the fate of the realm, right?”
Liu Shishi: “Young master, the wind and snow are fierce outside. Your servant is warm in here.”
Su Wanwan: “Your Highness, even if it means staking my Su family’s legacy of a hundred generations, I’ll help you succeed.”
Xin Ruyue: “Our marriage was written by the emperor himself and proclaimed to all the people. Husband, surely you don’t intend to break your promise?”
Lu Qingshuang: “You lecher! My sword is no less sharp!”
Emperor Liang: “Li Yu, I even gave you my daughter. What more could you possibly want???”
Li Yu: “My whole life has been like walking on thin ice...”
