Qin Feng transmigrates into the only son and heir of the Duke of Qin in the Great Qian Empire. His character can be summed up in one word: putting on an act!
He plays the coward and begs for sympathy in public, then turns around and outwits the entire court.
The emperor is his father-in-law. The moment Qin Feng hears “Your Majesty,” he stomps his feet: “Call me Father-in-law!”
The retired emperor is his “old buddy.” The two squat in the imperial garden, betting on crickets, while the Grand Tutor trembles with rage.
His father is a battle-hardened god of war who fiercely protects his son; his fiancée is a master at sabotaging him. Even the two eunuchs go from wary to won over: “Heir, is this melon really ripe?”
When enemy assassins come knocking
Qin Feng lounges in a chair, munching melon. “Old man, I’ll bet ten taels my father cuts through them all in half an incense stick.”
The retired emperor pulls out his money and laughs. “Raise the stakes! I bet your father-in-law’s spying from the roof!”
An angry roar comes from above: “You little rascals! Who said you could bet on me?!”
