The Embroidered Uniform Guard: Your Majesty, the World Shouldn't Be This Way!

Shen Yi opens his eyes to find he has become the capital’s biggest laughingstock: Shen Lang, the legitimate grandson of the Earl of Ningyuan, who died in a courtesan’s bed at the Entertainment Bureau. Everyone in the city knows it.

The soul of a twenty-first-century science and engineering student now inhabits this disgraced body. Just as he is about to curse, a cold voice rings out in his mind:

[The System for Punishing Evil and Upholding Justice has been activated. Beginner’s gift: thirty years of cultivation.]

The next moment, a wave of heat surges through every limb.

Having died once, Shen Yi understands one thing: in this world, might makes right.

He rises from the laughingstock of the southern city to the youngest thousand-household commander in the Northern Garrison, then to Commander, until he holds power over the entire court.

Those who once mocked him are now dead, kneeling, or behind bars.

On the day the new emperor ascends the throne, the officials kneel in a sea before him.

Shen Yi walks up to the dragon throne and looks down at the trembling young man. He smiles softly, bends down, and leans close to the new emperor’s ear.

“Your Majesty, this realm… should not be this way!”