Transmigrated as a Fool, Yet I Possess the Might of a Conqueror

Chen Hubao had trained in martial arts since childhood. He was skilled with all eighteen kinds of weapons, and his Bajiquan was superb. Unfortunately, this was a society governed by law, so aside from keeping fit, his fighting skills weren't much use. After seven years in the army, he returned home just as influencer livestream sales were taking off on Blue Star. But Chen Hubao didn't understand the tricks of the trade. On his first sales stream, he sold counterfeit liquor that would take him a lifetime to pay off. His anger overwhelmed him, and he died at home. When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that he had transmigrated to the fictional kingdom of Ning. His father was a scholar and the village tutor. His mother had died young. Though the original owner of this body was dim-witted, he had the strength to lift a massive bronze cauldron. The original owner had climbed a tree to raid a bird's nest, then fallen and hit his head on a rock. That was how the new Chen Hubao came to be. With the courage of a mighty conqueror, martial skills honed to perfection, a modern mind, and seven years of military experience, he had just arrived in time for the Kingdom of Wu's invasion. Wasn't this the perfect chance to fight the enemy, earn distinction, and rise to the rank of prince or general? I know a little poetry. As for reasoning things out, I'm not opposed to it. But if I can't talk you around, I don't mind making my point with a little force. A threat to the throne because of my achievements? Never. I'm loyal to my sovereign and love my country with all my heart. Some treacherous sycophant must be feeding him lies. I shall uphold Heaven's will and pacify the realm, purging the court of wicked ministers. “General, it's cold. Put on a coat.”