Three Hundred Years of Immortality, and My Father Forces the Throne on Me from the Start

My name is Li Changsheng, and I’ve lived for three hundred years.

I helped found the Great Qian dynasty, wrote poems that would be remembered for all time, and even took on the secret identity of the greatest sword immortal in the land a century ago.

Reborn as the Ninth Prince in this life, I’d planned to lie low in the imperial harem, enjoy music and dancing, and pass a peaceful hundred years.

Who knew that from the start, I’d be caught up in a rebellion by the princes, with blood flowing like a river?

I was up on the city wall, watching the chaos and snacking, when my emperor father, known as the greatest in the land, suddenly pointed his sword and declared:

“By imperial decree! The Ninth Prince, Li Changsheng, has been lying low for years. He is hereby named Crown Prince! The Imperial Grandmasters and the hundred thousand imperial guards are all at your command. Go chop down your good-for-nothing brothers. Anyone who dares to stop you will have their entire clan executed!”

Looking at the hundred thousand imperial guards and my dumbfounded brothers, I sighed helplessly.

“Father, you’re forcing me to reveal my trump card.”

That day, the Ninth Prince was forced to draw his sword, its icy radiance spanning nineteen provinces!

The court officials were horrified to discover that the peerless sword immortal who had subdued the world with a single strike a century ago was none other than His Highness the Crown Prince?!