I'm the Prince of Zhenbei. What's Wrong with Delivering Takeout?

Five years ago, he was cast out of his family and sent far away to the northern border.

Five years later, he was crowned a prince and appointed a general. He defeated eight nations in a single battle, became the master of the Northern War God Hall, and was given the title “Lord of the North.”

But he came back.

There were no luxury cars in formation, no crowds of thousands to welcome him.

Wearing a faded jacket, he rode an electric scooter around Donghai delivering food.

On his first day, he ran into his sister being forced to pose for nude photos to pay off a debt. One slap sent the young thug flying three meters.

On his second day, the underworld emperor Black Panther arrived with eight hundred men. The moment he recognized him, he dropped to his knees.

On his third day, the top family in the provincial capital surrounded his home and tried to force a marriage. He knocked back eight bodyguards with a single palm strike and tossed them into a fountain.

In the end,

they said he was a deliveryman.

They said he was the Su family’s live-in son-in-law.

They said he was a good-for-nothing whose records couldn’t even be found.

He never bothered to explain.

Until one day, news of a northern-border battle leaked, and a hundred thousand of his former troops gathered in Donghai

The world was shaken, and nations came to pay their respects.

Yet he stood at the entrance to the Su family estate, still holding the takeaway he hadn’t finished delivering.

“What’s wrong with the Lord of the North delivering food?”