Gu An, the commander of the special forces, woke up and became the sixty-fourth son of the Dasheng Dynasty, the most unpopular concubine of Yun'an County.
His salary was fined, IOUs came to his door, his house was mortgaged, and even his fiancée Qinghe Liu broke off the engagement. The time-traveling prince owed three hundred taels at the beginning. If he couldn't pay it within ten days, the palace would have to change hands.
Gu An, who licked blood from a knife in his previous life, now just wants to be quiet: pay off old debts, keep the palace, walk around and listen to music, and be a free prince who has no involvement in government affairs.
But the three lyrics he casually set up a stall to sell were each more amazing than the last. The poem shocked the oiran on the 16th floor and the CI world. Even the special envoy of Xiqiang and the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue lined up to ask for the poem.
If his lyrics were too good, he was regarded as a master of poetry; if his business went too smoothly, he was called an economic wizard; if his methods were too ruthless, he became the most worthy candidate for the heir apparent in the eyes of the emperor.
Gu An just wanted to lie down, but the world wouldn't let him. The more he wanted to keep a low profile, the more invisible hands pushed him step by step onto the throne.
"I just want to be a happy prince, why is it so difficult?"
