Joy of Life: I'm the Crown Prince, and I Get the Bad Marshal's Sign-In Reward from the Start

After transmigrating into Joy of Life, he became Li Chengqian, the hapless Crown Prince doomed to fail in his rebellion and die a miserable death by suicide?

No need to panic: the God-Tier Sign-In System has awakened!

From the start, he signs in at the Eastern Palace and summons Yuan Tiangang, the top combatant known as the Bad Marshal, along with three thousand elite members of the Bad People!

The atmosphere in the imperial study was dead silent.

Emperor Qing held a bowl of medicine, his brows slightly furrowed and a hint of irritation in his eyes. “Chen Pingping, what’s been happening in the Eastern Palace lately? What is the Crown Prince up to now?”

Chen Pingping, seated in his wheelchair, was breaking out in a cold sweat. His voice trembled with rare fear. “Your Majesty, the Investigation Bureau’s agents... were all wiped out outside the Eastern Palace. A terrifying expert wearing a ferocious iron mask has suddenly appeared at His Highness’s side. My Black Cavalry commander couldn’t even withstand a single move from him!”

Elsewhere, at the Second Prince’s residence.

The Second Prince was barefoot, and the grape in his hand dropped to the floor with a plop. He stared in disbelief. “What did you say? The officials I planted in the six ministries have all been caught red-handed with irrefutable evidence of corruption overnight? Who did it? The Investigation Bureau?”

His subordinate knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to raise his head. “Your Highness, it wasn’t the Investigation Bureau. It was a group of mysterious agents who call themselves the ‘Bad People’! Your Highness, the Crown Prince... he’s nothing like the pushover we thought he was. We’ve all been deceived!”

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the assembled officials were silent with fear, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Dressed in a four-clawed dragon robe, Li Chengqian strode up the jade steps and looked down at Emperor Qing, whose face was livid on the throne. A wanton, icy smile curled his lips.

“Father, you’re old. It’s time for someone else to take charge of this realm.”