I Fell into the Pond, and the Emperor Took Notice of Me

[Transmigration + Good Luck + Comeback + Inventions + Father-Son Showdown] Ying Ji fell into the water. Nobody thought much of it. He was a useless prince; if he died, so what? But after he climbed out of the pond, everyone could tell something was off. The eldest prince said, “Why has Ninth Brother stopped causing trouble lately?” The third prince said, “He’s actually reading?” The fifth prince said, “The Grand Tutor praised his progress in his studies?” Ying Zheng set down his memorial and narrowed his eyes. “When did my most useless son learn to hide his abilities?” Stranger still, this useless prince had started tinkering with all sorts of odd things. Snow-white sugar, sparkling like frost. Pure salt, with no bitterness or harsh taste. And unheard-of methods, one after another, kept appearing. The court was shaken; the palace erupted in commotion. Zhao Ji paid him a late-night visit, tracing a finger lightly across the back of his hand. “Your Highness, just how many secrets are you hiding?” Ying Ji, no, he should be called Chen Mo now. A web novelist who’d been a failure for three years and couldn’t even afford rent had transmigrated into the most useless prince in the Great Qin Empire. He thought he could stay alive by keeping a low profile and quietly building up his strength. But he’d forgotten one thing: There’s no stopping good luck.