I’d just transmigrated into the body of an emperor of a dynasty on the verge of collapse. I had no power or influence, and the powerful ministers treated me like a lucky mascot.
When I saw the urgent reports from the borders and the list of corrupt officials, my eyes lit up.
Corruption was great. The more, the better. As long as they had enough silver to pay my army.
At court the next morning, I patted the armrest of the dragon throne. “I hear your household is quite wealthy, my dear minister?”
“Guards, investigate his home! If he resists, cut him down on the spot. Perfectly legal, of course.”
