Qin Yuan, a social worker who died suddenly while working overtime, transformed into the ninth prince of Daxia when he opened his eyes.
Manor? The northern part of the country where birds don't shit.
National power? There are only three years left before the country will be destroyed.
As for the national luck exchange system he was bound to, four words popped up at the beginning——
[National Fortune Value: 3 (will return to zero soon)]
Qin Yuan smiled.
Since God has appointed him to be the prince of a subjugated country, he will let everyone see what a national destiny-level counterattack is.
Sun-dried salt penetrated Qian's family in the south of the Yangtze River, cement built a strong city in the north, and cavalry swept across the grassland barbarians.
While the former deposed prince was still fighting for a fiefdom, he had quietly taken control of Daxia's lifeline.
Later, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty knelt in the Jinluan Hall and shouted in unison:
"My lord, please invite His Highness the Ninth Prince to ascend the throne!"
Qin Yuan sat on the dragon chair, thinking of that morning when there was only 3 points of national fortune left.
——He won this game of chess.
