An imperial edict sent the most shameless dandy in the capital to Beiliang.
Zhao Shixi, the eldest son of the king of Xianzhenbei, waited for three years to accept the royal decree - but as a result, the king became a county prince and still owed the court 870,000 taels of military pay. The three thousand defenders under his command were sallow and thin, and the city wall collapsed in three places. The people were so hungry that they gnawed the bark of trees, and Beidi looked at them with eager eyes.
The court couldn't count on him, so he had no choice but to do it himself.
Planting sea buckthorn, brewing fruit wine, opening trade roads, and building canals have turned wild fruits all over the mountains and plains into white gold. Collect horse bandits, make friends with Jianghu, and win over agency geniuses, and twist the scattered Beiliang into a rope.
When someone tripped someone in the court, he would crush it with a smile. When the Beidi army pressed on, he stood on the city wall and used 6,000 troops to defeat 45,000 cavalry.
He is not a hero, just an "unlucky guy" who was forced to go to hell. But there is a group of people standing behind him - the evil-minded strategist cousin, the cold-faced and venomous former assassin guard, the childhood sweetheart's accountant, the calculating girl businessman, the geek girl who is obsessed with institutions, and three thousand desperadoes with their heads in their belts.
This is a story about "how an unreliable prince turned a bitter cold land into a fortress in the south of the Yangtze River." There are laughter and tears, flesh and blood, love between children, and fierce fighting.
Zhao Shixi often said: "I am not a wise and mighty prince, I am just an unlucky guy who doesn't want to work but has to work."
But he forgot to say the second half——
"Now that you've done it, you have to do it in a good way."
