I Just Scraped Together Enough to Flee, and Now My Dad's Emperor?

Shen Du transmigrated to Great Qian and became the heir to the Prince of Zhenbei.

The bad news: His father, Shen Wanjun, is a reckless fool with rebellion on the brain, and the emperor is sharpening his knives to strip the princes of their fiefs. The entire Shen clan could be wiped out at any moment.

To stay alive, Shen Du secretly went into business overseas, became the richest man in Jiangnan, and kept sending money home.

“Dad, here's a hundred thousand taels. Hurry and build connections overseas. We need to get ready to flee.”

“Dad, here's half a million taels. Buy a big ship, quick. As long as the green hills remain, we'll never run out of firewood!”

Three years later, the imperial edict to strip the princes of their fiefs arrived.

Shen Du had just packed his gold and valuables and was preparing to set sail when the gate burst open with a bang.

Shen Wanjun stood there in a dragon robe that hadn't yet been tailored to fit, a bloodied blade in hand, with a hundred thousand armored cavalry behind him. He grinned broadly.

“Good son, why run? Your money came in handy!”

“Your father used it to bribe the imperial guards, recruit a hundred thousand hardened bandits, and chop the emperor to pieces in the middle of the night!”

“No one can take our fief now. Come on, follow your father to the capital and become crown prince!”

Seeing the starved rats in the treasury and the arrogant soldiers outside demanding their pay, Shen Du's vision went black.

Well, looks like it's up to me, the crown prince, to make money and support this ramshackle empire!