After Faking My Death, the Mad Dog Prince Won’t Stop Biting

Jiang Wanzhao spent seven years pouring his heart and soul into raising a mediocre prince to the position of crown prince.

In return, he got a cup of poisoned wine, an imperial edict ordering the execution of his entire clan, and the sight of the crown prince turning away to discuss the order of the next morning’s memorials.

He didn’t even get one extra glance.

The inferno in the heavenly prison consumed “Grand Tutor Jiang Wanzhao.” When he opened his eyes again, he had a new face and was kneeling beneath the blade of the most sinister prince in Great Wei, the Seventh Prince.

Li Changyuan: a mad dog who clawed his way out of the cold palace, bloodthirsty and brutal. The mere mention of his name made the court officials tremble.

With a blade at his throat, Jiang Wanzhao didn’t beg for mercy. Instead, he calmly named the location of Li Changyuan’s hidden troops, the warehouse where his gunpowder had gotten damp, and the missing accounts in a corruption case that had gone unresolved for two years.

“Lend me your blade to kill, Your Highness, and I’ll give you an empire that stretches for thousands of miles.”

Meanwhile, the crown prince finally realizes: why does the brilliant “Mr. Jiang” look more and more like the beloved he personally ordered killed?

What a pity.

That beloved is wrapped in white fox fur and holding a cup of hot tea, calmly dismantling his former lover’s empire and adding it piece by piece to his own coffers.

The crown prince asks through tears, “Do you even have a heart?”

Jiang Wanzhao replies coolly, “Not for you.”

Behind him, a man clad in bloodstained armor strides through the threshold of the Golden Chariot Hall, his bloodied hand gripping Jiang Wanzhao’s icy fingertips