When I Turned Madness into Art

My name is Xiao Yanbai, and I am a crazy critic. Ah bah! He is a prince. The best skill in this life is reincarnation. Lao Deng is a prince with half a million horses under his command. He is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and smoking, and is good at messing around and making jokes. The biggest task in this life is to marry a house full of nine concubines, and then have seventeen or eight fat boys. Someone asked me: As the prince of Liang Wang, why don't you study and practice martial arts? Don't you think you've lost your identity by dealing with copper-smelling things all day long? Xiao Yanbai: I have hundreds of thousands of thugs and countless scholars working for me. Why should I study these? Some people called me ridiculous, called me useless, and scolded me for tarnishing the reputation of the Xiao family as a loyal family. Xiao Yanbai frowned, feeling that these people were really strange. Isn't it basic to fail to start a business and go home to inherit a fortune worth hundreds of millions? Say it again. What am I doing business for? Wouldn't it be enough to kill old Biden in the palace? Xiao Yanbai raised his head and looked at the shadow of a woman who was more than three feet tall beside him, and said doubtfully: "Isn't it?" The woman glanced at him lightly: "I don't care about your trivial matters. Today's killing quota must be completed first." No system + Machiavellian + Easy + Anti-routine.