The Laid-Back Prince Who Leaves the Entire Court in the Dust

I had just transmigrated into the fifth prince of the Wen Dynasty, and it was hell from the start.

My mother was a palace maid, and I was a nobody. I had four older brothers, backed by powerful border armies or their grandfather, the chief councilor. They fought like cocks in a pit. As for me, I’d barely arrived when my third brother “accidentally” shoved me into a lake.

Great. This was palace intrigue at its finest.

I’d planned to lie flat and live out my days in peace, but then a bizarre System dropped into my lap: the Lie-Flat Feudal Prince Development System. Its activation requirement was absurd: I had to leave the capital and formally take up my fief.

So my goal for surviving palace life became clearer than ever: get out of here and claim my fief, by any means necessary!

I diligently played the part of a useless, harmless prince in the palace. At last, my imperial father waved a hand and said, “Fifth son, go stay on your fief.”

On the day I left the capital, the crown prince, my eldest brother, sneered that I was a stray dog, while my fourth brother, Prince You, looked at me like I was trash.

They had no idea that the moment my carriage crossed into my fief, a voice in my head rang out like heavenly music:

[Ding! A hidden dragon emerges from the depths. System activated!]

[Territory mode unlocked! Every breath you take will be converted into points!]

From then on, everything about me changed.

While the crown prince and Prince Jing argued themselves red in the face at court over a handful of soldiers, I murmured on my fief, “Redeem three hundred elite cavalrymen.”

While Prince Luo schemed with wealthy merchants from Jiangnan over the profits from grain transport, I watched the rice in my granaries replenish itself and sighed. “Alas, there’s nowhere left to put it.”

While Prince You gritted his teeth and contacted his maternal relatives in the bitterly cold north, my treasury was overflowing with silver, and I had to dig new cellars.