I Arrive in the Northern Song on the Eve of the Jingkang Crisis, Then Take the Reins of Power

I transmigrated.

The moment I opened my eyes, I had transmigrated into the body of Su Wangji, a disposable swordsman who was about to have his tendons severed by the protagonist, Ye Fan, and be left crippled.

Well, that’s not a big problem.

So the original owner was stupid enough to try to cripple Ye Fan with a little meridian-destroying poison, only to get himself killed? How bad could it be? With some top-notch micro-management and an Oscar-worthy performance, I can easily defy fate and change my future.

Thank goodness the original owner is the legitimate son of Jinling’s richest man. His family owns Jiangnan’s premier embroidery house, the Splendid Pavilion, and supplies the ceremonial robes and wedding gowns of imperial relatives and noble families. They’re richer than the state itself! This is the real deal: an outrageously wealthy playboy, starting from the top of the pyramid. This transmigration was a steal!

Wait... The fourth year of Zhenghe under the Northern Song?

I counted it out on my fingers...

Damn it! It’s 1114 AD? Doesn’t that mean I’ve got just twelve years left, at most?

In twelve years, the Jingkang Incident will take place. Bianjing will fall, the emperors Huizong and Qinzong will be captured, the Central Plains’ fertile lands will be reduced to scorched earth, and the people will be driven from their homes. Even the emperor will have to herd sheep in the north!

What kind of sick joke is this?

I shouted “System, Dad!” in my head eight hundred times, but didn’t even get a peep. Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my invincible cheat? How come they didn’t even leave me a single hair?