Great Qin: After 300 Days of Gnawing on Bones, the System Finally Arrived

I transmigrated into the body of the Great Qin dynasty’s twentieth prince and spent three hundred days gnawing on scraps of bone, ignored by everyone. Schemes and intrigue simmered throughout the palace, while I huddled in a corner, waiting to die. The moment the System arrived, it offered me two choices: read people’s thoughts and become emperor within three years or have my soul scattered, or let my thoughts spill out and curse everyone I meet three hundred times. Clutching the chicken bone in my hand, I looked up at the throne. Ying Zheng was raising a cup with Li Si, and no one in the hall had noticed me. I chose the second option. I’d curse him three hundred times first, then figure out the rest.