At My Wedding, I Cast Aside My White Moonlight, Recruit a Ninth-Rank Expert, and Conquer the World

[Transmigrating into a book + System + martial arts + warfare + court politics + romance]

The story centers on the struggle for the throne.

Nine ranks of martial prowess:

Rank One, Martial Foot Soldier | Ordinary soldier

Rank Two, Martial Vanguard | Squad leader

Rank Three, Martial Guard | Company commander

Rank Four, Martial Commander | Battalion commander

Rank Five, Martial Colonel | Commands three thousand troops

Rank Six, Martial General | Commands ten thousand troops

Rank Seven, Martial Protector | General who guards the nation, commanding thirty to fifty thousand frontier troops

Rank Eight, Martial Venerable | Grand general, commander-in-chief of all the realm’s forces

Rank Nine, Martial Apex | Beyond the constraints of military ranks, an unparalleled grandmaster

After transmigrating into a book, I become Li Jinghan, the Seventh Prince of Great Sheng, mocked by everyone. On my wedding day, I catch my legal wife, Wen Zhiyan, in bed with the successful candidate Shen Wenyuan.

In my previous life, Crown Prince Li Jingzhao kept Rank Six Martial General deathsworn, using the Wen family’s wealth and influence to manipulate events at every turn until I died a miserable death.

Reborn, I bind myself to the bizarre “Goudan” System. It lets me appraise martial ranks and inspect the imperial treasury. I can stockpile grain, kill enemies, and earn points to exchange for divine weapons and martial arts, or even recruit Rank Nine Martial Apex retainers.

On my wedding night, I cast aside my opportunistic former love and make him kneel outside the gates for hours, enduring humiliation.

To control the lifelines of the realm’s wealth and grain, I take the initiative and seek to marry Wen Zhining, the shrewd and clever second daughter of the Minister of Revenue.

The princes and officials at court all mock me as foolish and lecherous, insulting me at will. None of them knows how powerful my hidden cards are.

Others may laugh at my downfall, but they’d better not provoke me. I have a Rank Nine Martial Apex at my command.

The Crown Prince fears my rise in the shadows and lays a deadly trap to frame me for treason. I play along, tarnish my own name, and go into hiding in the Northern Frontier’s suicide battalion.

I fight bloodily on the battlefield, repeatedly intercepting Rank Seven Martial Protector assassins sent by the Crown Prince, until I command tens of thousands of battle-hardened frontier troops.

With the Northern Frontier pacified, I return to the capital with an army of ironclad soldiers.

The Crown Prince grows desperate and deploys the Rank Eight Martial Venerable general he has been secretly raising. In the end, when two brave foes meet, the braver prevails.