Lin Bei was a failed web-novel author who worked himself to death under a flood of messages demanding updates. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into the youngest son of the Prince of Zhenbei.
He was the capital’s most notorious wastrel: a martial arts failure and the ultimate spoiled noble brat.
Other transmigrators started with a System or a golden finger.
He started with only two things: a father whose achievements threatened the throne, commanding 300,000 Northern Frontier cavalry, and a princely estate on the verge of being seized and wiped out.
The good news: he was granted a marriage to the Grand Princess from the start.
The bad news: even that one piece of good news turned out to be bad news.
After assassins’ blades came for his throat time and again, Lin Bei finally understood that relying on his father to protect him wasn’t enough. He had to become ruthless himself.
So at the Imperial College, he used an ancient poem to shatter the resolve of a prodigy who had studied for a century.
In the blacksmith’s shop, he swung a hammer and forged a sliver of life into his naturally severed meridians.
At a poetry gathering, he casually recited, “Out of the mire, yet unstained,” leaving the Grand Princess suspicious and all the gathered scholars speechless.
But he had no idea that his arrest and imprisonment in the imperial dungeon were merely one move in a larger game.
His father would storm the prison with a blade to save him, unaware that 8,000 Imperial Guards were already lying in wait. Barbarian experts had slipped into the capital, while a chain of schemes in the court tightened around them, every blade aimed at the Prince of Zhenbei.
“The one they’re after has never been you. It’s your father.”
When that familiar figure fell in a pool of blood, every trace of Lin Bei’s wastrel nature vanished from his eyes.
“Father, once you surrounded the imperial city for me.”
“This time, I’ll be the one to surround it.”
