You Were Supposed to Be a Doomed, Foolish Emperor, but You Became an Emperor for the Ages

[Impostor Emperor] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Confiscating Estates to Get Rich] [No System]

Li Daoran had barely transmigrated when he found himself seated on the dragon throne in the Golden Hall of Great Qian.

The bad news: the real emperor had fled with his gold and valuables, leaving him behind as a stand-in to die in his place.

Outside, the Prince of Zhenbei had surrounded the passes with a hundred thousand cavalry. Inside, the chancellor and the commander of the imperial guards were drawing their swords and forcing him to kill himself!

So Li Daoran, who had spent ten years as an extra at Hengdian, put on a spectacular performance right then and there.

He smeared poison powder across his face, pinned a powerful minister's hand to the ground with a steel blade, then turned around and raided the chancellor's estate, uncovering eight million taels of silver!

He paid the troops, killed the traitors, and won over the stunning, icy empress from a family of military commanders.

He fashioned grain-powder gunpowder and homemade incendiary bombs, blasting the armored cavalry storming the city walls into the sky!

Meanwhile, amid a crowd of refugees, the real Son of Heaven, disheveled and filthy, cried out that he was the one true ruler of the empire,

only to be slapped across the face more than a dozen times by bandits and sent off to scrub toilets.

By the time the real emperor finally made his arduous way back to the capital, the walls were lined with Frankish cannons.

Li Daoran stood clad in a black-and-gold dragon robe, surrounded by loyal ministers and generals of the empire!

Looking down from on high, his gaze as sharp as a blade, he said:

"You beggar outside the gate, why don't you kneel before me?!"