I Became the Ninth Prince, and the Whole Court Is Waiting for Me to Die

The Ninth Prince of the Great Jing Dynasty lost his mother young and was afflicted with a deadly poison. A sickly weakling, he wasn't expected to live past twenty.

The Crown Prince sent him poisoned wine, his third brother sent him a peerless beauty (with an assassin hidden in her midst), and his father treated him as a whetstone.

Everyone thought the Ninth Prince was a soft target they could crush whenever they pleased.

Until Xiao Jingheng, a modern venture-capital tycoon, transmigrated into the Ninth Prince's body. Holding the cup of poisoned wine, he smiled and raised a toast to the eunuch.

"Go back and tell the Crown Prince he didn't put enough poison in the wine."

He didn't compete for military power or chase fame. He merely feigned illness and coughed up blood at court, while secretly handing his brothers false ledgers, sending them forged secret letters, and digging pits for them to fall into.

His eldest brother tried to use him as a weapon, so he turned around and handed his eldest brother's trump card to his third brother.

His third brother tried to silence him, so he put evidence of his third brother's rebellion on their father's desk in advance.

While they fought tooth and nail in the open, he quietly used salt-trade permits, grain routes, and canal shipping to slowly choke the entire dynasty's lifeline.

In the end, with enemy forces at the gates, the entire court knelt and begged him to ascend the throne.

The frail Ninth Prince leisurely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled at his trembling father on the dragon throne.

"Father, I told you long ago: I don't read fortunes. I read people's hearts."