The Day the Princess Faked Her Death, the Merchant Turned Completely Ruthless

[Tangled Power Plays in a Chaotic Age] [Business Wars and Building an Army] [The Eldest Princess as His White Moonlight] [A Crooked Merchant Turns Dark, Packed with Payoffs, No Saintly Hero]

Transmigrating into a chaotic age, Yu Wangchuan had just one simple wish: make enough money to lie flat and count his fortune as a wealthy man.

With the soul of a special forces soldier in a new body, he used his wealth of modern know-how to make soap, distill strong liquor, and refine salt. He built a trading company and opened up the grain routes, quietly making a fortune. Even the "Young Master Mingyue," a woman disguised as a man, gradually fell for him.

He could calculate every business deal under the heavens, but he couldn't see through imperial power or human nature. The great clans wanted him dead, and the noble families wanted him gone. He gave way again and again, retreating time after time.

Until that day, when arrows fell like rain. His beloved, the eldest princess Shang Mingyue, draped in his cloak, died in his place atop the walls of Tianjing City, leaving behind only the words, "Tell Father... he was wrong..."

That night, the abacus hit the ground, and the crooked merchant's heart died. His trading company became a network of death-defying spies that enveloped the realm, and gunpowder took the place of abacus beads.

Years later, an army of a million stormed the imperial palace. Yu Wangchuan stood before the dragon throne, coldly watching the officials tremble before him.

"The Great Shang's realm? I'm done pretending. It's time to rebel!"