A Catastrophic Start, Watch Me Rule the Realm

I transmigrated into a nightmare from the start and found myself caught in a political conspiracy...

I won't curry favor with the powerful or suck up to the influential.

I won't be anyone's doormat, and I won't kneel.

I'll do whatever the hell I want.

No one can force me to do something I don't want to do.

Now that I've transmigrated, I don't have to follow all those rules.

Social niceties, etiquette, and worldly conventions can all go to hell!

If I'm going to live, I'll live with clarity and be true to myself.

I'll comment on the affairs of the world and write with passion.

And I'll share a simple, ordinary life with the one I love.

With a single needle, I have the ancients dancing in the palm of my hand.

Princesses and ministers alike work for me.

Even the emperor is my adopted son, and he kneels before me...

As a modern man, I can't exactly bring shame on all transmigrators, can I?