What does it feel like to offend a goddess and transmigrate into the “child” in “eating your own child in a famine”?
Thanks for asking. I'm by the iron pot, and I'm about to be cooked.
Luckily, my parents are the top-tier kind of transmigrators. They have money, and they're tough as nails!
They settled with me in a small county town and kept a low profile for sixteen years. I went from a refugee to the son of the county magistrate.
I thought I'd spend my life lying flat as an official's son, but my parents forced me to become the top scholar: “You have to fulfill our dream!”
Fine, I'll grind! I worked my way to the top and became the new top scholar. Surely I could call it a day now?
Then an imperial edict made me the tutor of the sixth prince, the least noticeable member of the imperial family.
Looking at the other princes, all of them already grown, I decided: you're the one!
I taught him patience and political maneuvering, and turned the capital into a churning whirlpool. I made the high-and-mighty princes tear into one another while my apprentice and I quietly built up our strength behind the scenes.
Years later, the young prince held the imperial jade seal, and I stood behind him, wielding power over the entire court.
