Zhao Xu died after being hit by a dump truck that ran a red light.
Then he came back to life. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the imperial bed in the palace of the Great Song.
The good news: He had become Zhao Xu, Emperor Zhezong of Song, the seventh emperor of the Great Song.
The bad news: At sixteen, he was still being manipulated like a puppet by Empress Dowager Gao, and his word carried no weight at court.
The even worse news: This world was called Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.
Beyond Yanmen Pass, Qiao Feng had just been appointed Prince of the Southern Court of Liao, with hundreds of thousands of cavalry at his command.
In Gusu, Murong Fu was making friends with heroes everywhere, dreaming of restoring his kingdom.
At Shaolin Temple, Xu Zhu had no idea he possessed astonishing inner power.
On the road through Dali, Duan Yu was cheerfully making his way toward Bianjing.
At court, the Old Party blocked his path. In the martial world, experts were everywhere.
Zhao Xu stood caught in the middle. He was sixteen, knew no martial arts, had no military power, and even the eunuchs around him might be spies planted by someone else.
“Fine. Then I’ll be a product manager one more time.”
What’s the most important skill for a product manager?
Finding growth opportunities amid the ruins.
The Old Party at court? Make profiles, label them, and deal with them in batches.
The martial arts experts? Recruit one, make use of another, and keep a third in reserve.
Empress Dowager Gao ruling from behind the curtain? The old lady has one year left to live, so that year is my window of opportunity.
What?
Murong Fu is kneeling outside the palace gates, saying, “I am willing to serve you with all my heart”?
Duan Yu is squatting in the imperial garden, munching on a bun, while Xu Zhu stands nearby, scratching his bald head?
Qiao Feng has sent a letter from Yanmen Pass: “If Your Majesty needs anything, Qiao will gladly help.”
Standing before the map, Zhao Xu gazed at the vast lands of the Great Song and suddenly smiled.
“As emperor, I won’t just secure my throne...”
“I’ll also have to teach you unruly people of the martial world some manners.”
