My Whole Family Is a Force to Be Reckoned With, and They're Making Me Take the Imperial Exams to Save the Nation

Shen Qianji transmigrated.

The good news: he became the beloved youngest son of the Shen family.

The bad news: every member of the Shen family is a two-meter-tall muscleman. Put them together, and they look like a den of black bear spirits.

In his previous life, Shen Qianji was a PhD in engineering. In this life, he’s so frail he couldn’t hurt a fly, and a gust of wind could knock him over. He can’t even lift a butcher’s knife.

Looking at Shen Qianji, weak, pitiful, and helpless in the bear den, his mother, Lady Shen, declared through her tears, “Son, with your build, your only option is to take the imperial exams. Otherwise, you won’t even be able to compete with your brothers for food!”

And so, escorted by the most fearsome family in the Great Sheng Dynasty, the most frail and delicate Shen Qianji set off for the capital to take the exams.

Other candidates rely on rote learning. Shen Qianji relies on physics.

He earns top honors in all six rounds, takes charge of the court, improves iron smelting, and builds firearms by hand.

When enemy cavalry reaches the city walls, mocking the Great Sheng court for having nothing left but a bunch of weak scholars,

Shen Qianji rubs his chest and coughs, then silently wheels out the red-clad cannon he has just developed:

“Sir, have you ever heard that truth lies within the range of a cannon?”