(Sorry, the original premise seemed a little bland, so I made some major changes. It's still a story with everyone vying for the male lead. Bows.jpg)
Carefree playboy · lazy and irreverent · top-tier heartthrob · cross-dressing as a man · heir apparent
vs. an overlooked prince who plays the fool
vs. an upright, newly appointed top scholar
The Prince of Pingnan had won countless military honors, reclaiming dozens of border cities and driving back countless Di barbarians, protecting the peace of the Great Jin. Every citizen admired and respected him.
There was just one thing.
The Prince of Pingnan's only son was a dissolute wastrel who spent money like water, indulging in wine and women all day long and bringing shame on his father.
The young lord loved nothing more than chasing chickens and dogs, and living a life of pleasure. He didn't study, and as for archery, he couldn't even draw a bow. What kind of bearing was that for a military man's son?
All the respectable young men and women in the capital avoided the young lord.
The only one who kept company with him was the overlooked Third Prince, who had grown up with him and shared his foul tastes. Together, they were the very model of a pair of wastrel friends.
The young lord splurged at the capital's most extravagant pleasure house, and the Third Prince joined him in raising the stakes.
The young lord galloped through the streets, intent on gathering morning dew from a mountaintop to brew wine, and the Third Prince went along with him.
The young lord... In short, whatever he did, the Third Prince was right by his side.
As for the newly appointed top scholar, he was upright and dignified, and repeatedly chastised them for idling away their days and neglecting their duties.
Everyone in the capital knew the three of them couldn't stand each other.
But after a near-drowning, the top scholar's attitude toward the young lord changed completely.
Later, on the day of the palace coup, armored cavalry and clashing weapons blotted out the sun over the imperial city. The sky was harder than iron.
The young lord wore full armor. Her hands, unable to draw a bow, gripped a long sword forged from meteoric iron. With a hiss through the air, the blade pierced the old emperor's skull, passing through the crowded ranks with unerring precision.
Seated on her horse, she looked down at the assembled officials and asked:
"Will you all bow to me?"
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A story about everyone competing for the male lead. It doesn't involve much political scheming. Not sure why, but it seems to be turning into a plot-driven story. I'll adjust it as I go.
Theme: The sea embraces all rivers, and so becomes vast.
