After I Stopped Doing My Job, Father Begged Me to Become Crown Prince

[A carefree prince + court intrigue + satisfying infrastructure building + face-slapping the great clans + ancient farming]

After transmigrating to the Great Yong Dynasty, Xiao Beichen becomes the Eighth Prince. He has no System and no golden finger.

In that case, why bother fighting to become heir apparent or reaching for the throne? It's exhausting. Whoever wants to play can go ahead.

This prince's main occupation is indulging in useless amusements: holding sports meets, horse races, cuju matches, tug-of-war contests. Whatever gets the crowd going!

The officials impeach me en masse for disgracing the royal family. My imperial brothers mock me as hopeless, and even the street vendors call me a useless prince!

But my emperor father, eyes red and slapping his thigh, cries, “My dear son, you've done so well! I have to hand you my throne!”

Me: ??? Dear Father, I just want to be useless!