I’m a Grandmaster, and You Want Me to Serve as a Hostage in the Imperial City?

Lin Wu was born into the Great Yan Dynasty as the son of Lin Fan, the Prince Who Stands Shoulder to Shoulder with the Emperor, a prince of a different surname and an only child.

As soon as he learned his father's title at birth, he knew he was doomed.

In this life, he was sure to end up on the road to rebellion.

What decent person would want a title like that? One man dares to bestow it, and another dares to accept it.

On top of that, his father commands a vast army guarding the border.

Isn't this the perfect setup for corrupt officials to frame him, the emperor to grow suspicious, and his father to be forced into rebellion?

And somehow, this was the situation he'd landed in.

Who could he even complain to?

With an identity like his, all the various factions were bound to keep an eye on him from the moment he was born.

And even on how he would grow up.

As a modern man who had read countless online novels, he knew exactly what kind of situation he was in.

Fortunately, there was one bright spot in his misfortune: when he transmigrated before birth, he obtained the golden finger every transmigrator needed, a Spin System.

On his birthday each year, he could spin once for a prize.

After more than a decade of draws, he'd built a powerful sect under his command, though nobody knew about it.

In public, he was an ignorant, unaccomplished wastrel of a young lord with weak cultivation.

He thought this persona would make the various factions pay less attention to him.

But who could have expected that on the day he turned fifteen, the Great Yan Emperor would issue an imperial decree ordering him to the capital? Wasn't that basically taking him hostage?

Well, there was nothing for it. He'd go. But why was the emperor dead by the time he got there?