After dying suddenly from staying up all night, Qin Zhao transmigrates into the political intrigue novel he'd followed for ten years. He becomes the great villainous minister destined to suffer three thousand six hundred cuts, with all 317 members of his family condemned to die alongside him.
He's doomed from the start: an eight-year-old emperor sits on the throne, the Son of Destiny is sharpening his blade at court, and in three years, the Qin family will stain the execution grounds with their blood.
Knowing the plot inside out, Qin Zhao flips through the script and makes a decision:
The Son of Destiny's opportunities? I'll take them.
Famous generals, beauties, the realm? All mine.
The nation's fortune? What a coincidence. I'm here to steal it.
Everyone calls Chancellor Qin a treacherous minister who is usurping the state.
Only he knows that the so-called Son of Destiny will gather the nation's fortune and revive the dynasty by draining the three hundred years of Great Qian's accumulated wealth to nourish a single man.
"Rather than let you use the nation's fortune to dress yourself up..."
"I'd rather steal it and give this land a chance to survive."
The Grand Princess watches with a cold gaze. "Qin Zhao, what are you really after?"
He closes his ledger and smiles faintly. "A conclusion... too daring for the history books to record."
