After the Crown Prince Got a Trading System

Welcome to read my completed column novels, "My Farm Supply Shop Connects to the Interstellar World", *I Rely on Running a Restaurant to Stay Alive [System]*, and "When the God of Cooking Ancestor Comes to the Modern Day (Cuisine)"!

Currently serializing: "Daily Life of Raising a Family in London"

Blurb:

Also known as "The Lazy Crown Prince and His Powerful Backers"

After a diligent, cautious crown prince, who has been living a miserable life, gets knocked unconscious, he finally remembers that he transmigrated here!

Thinking back over the past dozen years, was he an idiot? What a disgrace to all transmigrators! Bah, shame on his former self.

His late-arriving golden finger has finally come online, allowing him to trade with his old world. Need grain? He's got grain. Need medicine? He's got medicine. Need luxuries? He's got those too... Money is coming in from every direction!

Why keep being crown prince? He wants to be a wealthy prince with money, leisure, and power!

He's done with this! Working 996 hours in the modern world was bad enough, and now, after transmigrating, they expect him to work 007 and revise memorials? Just look at his father's hair. Without the imperial physicians' secret remedies, he'd have gone bald ages ago!

To get himself deposed, Zhao Ning'an lets loose. If his younger brothers need a beating, he gives them one; if his father deserves a scolding, he gives him one.

To avoid being killed in the future, Zhao Ning'an cozies up to every imperial brother who might ascend the throne.

Brothers, your younger brother's future happiness is in your hands! Muah~

"Your Highness, His Majesty is here!"

The crown prince, rosy-cheeked and lounging on a rocking chair with his eyes half closed, being fed hot pot by a young eunuch, listening to someone read him a story, and petting a chubby puppy, suddenly sits bolt upright as if on his deathbed!

He gets rid of the hot pot, hides the storybook, tosses out the fat dog, and smears ash on his face...

The sickly crown prince, pale and feeble: "Cough, cough... F-Father... why... cough... have you come..."

The emperor: "..." The meat aroma hasn't even faded yet. Hah.

The plot is full of holes, so please don't scrutinize it. Thanks for your support!

The female lead only appears briefly at the very end, and there's no romance that surpasses brotherly affection. I can finally stop writing romance! Hahaha!

The blurb may be slightly revised when the novel begins.

Theme: Live with a clear conscience.