Everyone says I'm debauched, useless, and afraid of death. They're right. I'm absolutely terrified of dying.
I'm a transmigrator. I've seen how things end two years from now: three princes executed in a single day, the Crown Prince granted death, my eighth younger brother dead, and even an idle prince like me, who depended on the Crown Prince, dragged away and beheaded.
My father's suspicion is a blade, the Noble Consort's schemes are poison, and every brother in the palace is a trapped beast in a cage. No influential relatives, no military power, no faction??? There isn't a single inch of this realm that belongs to me.
So I'll have to fight for my own life.
Steal a betrothal, smear my own reputation, abandon my brothers, and build a network of hidden agents. Everyone thinks I'm a hopeless fool, but they don't know that with every bout of drunkenness, I place another piece on the board.
When the palace collapses, the position of heir is left vacant, and everyone is stunned, I'll straighten my crown, ascend the steps, and ask!!!
Who says I, Xiao Heng, can only live on my knees?
It requires patience to read carefully; every word and sentence is written with heart.