Yinzhen spent his whole life fighting with his biased mother, his decrepit imperial father, and himself.
Why did they only have eyes for everyone else? Was it true that the child who didn't cry got no milk?
He spent his whole life fighting and cleaning up messes, only to die young just as he was about to make his grand plans a reality.
Flipping through the register of his imperial descendants' spirits in the underworld, he beat his chest in anguish. "Those unworthy descendants! How could they spend the savings I pinched and scraped together all these years on seven trips south of the Yangtze? I never even got to go!"
Then he saw that tiny countries of the future, like England and Germany, would sprout up like mushrooms after rain, trampling back and forth across Qing territory and bullying his people into the dirt.
No! He would never allow that!
When he returned to life, he found himself back in his gloomy youth, short, soft-spoken, and always forced to defer to others.
No matter. Emperor Yongzheng, the ultimate workaholic and history-spoiler, Yinzhen, would handle it.
People in the palace noticed that the usually unremarkable Fourth Prince was now surrounded by a faint purple aura, a sign of a future dragon destined to rule.
After surviving the hellish scripts of the Nine Princes' succession struggle and Emperor Yongzheng, the difficulties in front of him were child's play, like answering an open-book exam. He cut through them one after another. Not even a challenge! They were all just experience points for him.
Wait, why is this decrepit imperial father appointing me Crown Prince and Regent? Why are both the Empress Dowager and my mother competing to treat me well? Why are all my troublesome younger brothers clinging to me?
Yinzhen, who had accidentally worked himself too hard, gazed at the magnificent realm he had built, the roaring advanced machinery, and the fleets sailing through the waves, and fell into deep thought.
Theme: Face difficulties head-on. If there are no difficulties, make some and face them.
