Surprise! During All Those Years I Was Plotting a Rebellion, My Dad Was Taking the Fall in the Palace

Everyone in the capital knew that the Fourth Prince, Chen Chengqian, was a good-for-nothing. He fought crickets, walked dogs, and visited brothels. At eighteen, he lost three thousand taels in a single night.

No one knew that inside his body was a chemistry PhD and the chairman of a publicly listed company.

Even fewer knew why he dared turn the capital, a place that devoured people, upside down: someone was holding an umbrella over him.

That umbrella was his father.

His father had approved the execution of thirty-seven noble clans. The imperial decree bearing his father's seal ordered the mass execution of surrendered soldiers.

History's curses are for him. The praise is for me.

He said, "Go ahead and do what you must. I'll bear the blame."

Theme: The most precious thing is not the throne, but having someone willing to bear every curse for you.