What do you do when you transmigrate into a disposable prince who dies after just three chapters?
Zhao Ming’s answer: Pretend to be crippled, raise crickets, eat flatbreads, and survive one day at a time.
But then he awakens a “Whisper System.” Within ten meters, everyone’s inner thoughts pour into his ears.
The Crown Prince wants to poison him? He swaps the poisoned wine for vinegar in advance.
A powerful minister wants to impeach him? He fires back with the man’s embezzlement records.
The Seventh Prince thinks he’s useless? The System reads his mind, and it turns out the guy is shrewder than a monkey and practically volunteers to become an ally.
To stay alive, he opens a flatbread shop as an intelligence hub, recruits a gang of beggars as spies, and sells the capital’s nobles’ secrets along with his flatbreads.
Then, while he’s busy keeping his head down, the emperor presses the imperial seal into his hands on his deathbed. “You’re the only one who can rule this empire.”
The officials all kneel. “We beg Your Highness to ascend the throne!”
The Seventh Prince goes even further, carrying him straight to the dragon throne. “Third Brother, just give in already!”
Zhao Ming bites into his flatbread, looking completely innocent. “I just wanted to raise crickets. Why are you all insisting I become emperor?!”
**The mind-reading wastrel prince, bringing peace to the realm with flatbreads. He never wanted the throne, but they carried him right onto it.**
