Su Muyi worked himself to the bone to pass the civil service exam, but before he could even enjoy the security of a government job, he somehow transmigrated to another continent and became a sickly young man.
Short-tempered Su Muyi swore, "F*cking idiot! Son of a b*tch!"
Apparently, the sickly young man was of noble birth, the son of Soluo, one of the seven city lords. Unfortunately, his father had just died, leaving the vast territory in his hands.
Apparently, Soluo was the weakest of the seven city lords, and by now the entire city-state survived by robbing people.
And apparently, Soluo City was in an awkward position, squeezed between the three most powerful city-states and barely clinging to survival. It was bullied all the time.
Su Muyi: "..." Enough with the 'apparently.' This is giving me a heart attack.
Determined not to be pushed around, Su Muyi analyzed the continent's political landscape and realized that Soluo City wasn't in an awkward position at all. It was a golden hub!
Damn, if this place still couldn't get rich, it meant someone had been dealt a royal flush and played it like a terrible hand.
Sickly City Lord Su decided to launch a massive construction project and build a port to turn things around. But he accidentally attracted a big, bad wolf.
The big, bad wolf, Aide, Lord of the powerful Weierse City, slammed a trade agreement onto the table. "Lord of Soluo, you really know how to ask for the moon. Why not just have me sign away my freedom while you're at it?"
Su Muyi: "..."
Fine. I'll put up with it for the sake of making my territory rich.
Powerful big, bad wolf top x sickly but explosively hot-tempered bottom
The story will tentatively focus on the plot. The top may not appear until later.
Blurb dated 2024.9.13
Theme: Charge ahead for the prosperity of our territory!
