Take the Throne Already!

A fake wastrel who only wants to lie flat but is forced to get his act together VS a cross-dressing powerhouse who's number one on the combat rankings

In the autumn of the twenty-third year of Yuanhe, Great Liang lost two pillars of the nation in quick succession: the Great General Yuwen Jin and Prince of Anbei Yun Ting.

As the people mourned the two men who had given their lives for the country, they couldn't help but lament that the Great General's household and the Prince of Anbei's household had no worthy heirs.

The Great General was peerless in courage, but had only one daughter. She was beautiful, but crippled and mute.

The Prince of Anbei did have a son, but he was a wastrel who spent his days bullying men and abusing women, hated by everyone.

Yun Xuan transmigrated into a book, becoming the heir of the Prince of Anbei, whom everyone called "a chicken no match for a phoenix, a dog no match for a tiger." He was also a cannon-fodder character who died in the background description, not even worthy of a name.

Thinking of the miserable fate awaiting him, Yun Xuan ran without looking back.

But he hadn't expected his father's fiefdom to be utterly destitute.

After years of fighting far from home, the promised princely residence hadn't even had its foundation laid. The people in the territory were so poor they could barely clothe themselves, let alone afford a meal.

The lazy fish who'd planned to lie flat and enjoy life as a rich second-generation heir sat in a thatched hut, took a sip of rough tea, and spat out a mouthful of tea stems. The stool beneath him had legs of three different lengths, and he could barely sit still.

"How am I supposed to lie flat in a life like this?!"

To lie flat, first he had to eat his fill, so he got high-yield crops planted. He also needed warm clothes, so he got textile production going. And in troubled times, he needed the means to defend himself, so he got horses and weapons too...

Before he knew it, his fiefdom was growing richer and his territory was growing larger.

"Your Highness, we accidentally took the capital."

"Your Highness, it's time for you to ascend the throne."

When he had just arrived, Yun Xuan saw the general's only daughter waiting with him in front of the palace for an audience. He decided they should form a cannon-fodder alliance and set their little boat of friendship sailing together.

"My friend, I have a plan that will solve your immediate problem and help us both leave the dangerous capital."

The person as cold as frost deigned to give him a glance.

Yun Xuan immediately edged closer. "We're well matched in status. I'll marry you as my principal wife..."

Yuwen Shuo, newly reborn: Hah, no wonder he's a wastrel. He must have a bear's heart and a leopard's gall.

Yuwen Shuo at first: Wastrel! Lecher!

Yuwen Shuo later: Where are you looking? I'm the one you married properly!

Yun Xuan, stunned: Weren't we supposed to be widowed?

[Reading Guide]

1. The shou becomes emperor, and the gong marries him.

2. The shou is a handsome little ray of sunshine; the gong is dashing and scheming.

3. This is a wish-fulfillment novel.

Theme: Your fate is in your own hands.