Chop Them Down, Chop Them All Down

I am a murderer.

I transmigrated after being sentenced to death.

And became the crown prince of the current dynasty.

But before I could properly enjoy my beautiful wife and concubines,

a maid rushed up to me in a fury.

"Young Master Gu's old illness has flared up again, and the Crown Princess is weeping her heart out! You stole her away and forced her to marry you. You should be consumed with guilt and go cut flesh from your own body to use as medicine for Young Master Gu, but instead you still have the nerve to go out carousing?"

An elderly palace matron who had come in with her nodded in agreement and said to me:

"Your Highness, if you know what's good for you, hurry up and go kowtow to Young Master Gu and apologize. Empty the Eastern Palace of its treasures to bring him good luck! Otherwise, don't even dream of touching the Crown Princess for the rest of your life!"

Me?

I am the crown prince of the current dynasty.

I'm supposed to kneel before my own wife's beloved and bring him good luck?

I touched the spot on my forehead where a bullet had pierced me in my previous life, now completely unharmed.

In the end, this world had gone even madder than I, a man sentenced to death.

Cut them down.

Every last one of them.