The Crown Prince Was Deposed, So I Built the Greatest Empire Under Heaven

Chen Yuan opened his eyes to find himself the disgraced crown prince of the Great Qian Dynasty.

His concubine framed him, his brothers conspired against him, and forged letters sealed the deal, landing him in the western wing of the Cold Palace.

Everyone in the palace knew that no deposed crown prince in Great Qian's history had survived more than six months.

But they didn't know that the body now housed a history master's graduate who had spent three years excavating ancient tombs in the northwest.

He caught the eunuch who tried to poison him on the spot. He strung up the would-be assassin from a riverside tree. When the chancellor came to break off his engagement, he swept his hand across the paper and said, "Couldn't be happier."

The emperor sent him to remote Liangzhou, hoping to keep him far from the capital until he died.

But six months later, fresh springs flowed across the Gobi, crops sprouted on barren hillsides, the ruined industrial city fired up its workshops again, and a hundred thousand border troops answered to him alone.

When a hundred thousand Northern Di cavalry reached the city walls, they saw Liangzhou, impregnable, and the disgraced crown prince smiling atop the battlements.

"Want to attack me? Ask Liangzhou's three hundred thousand people if they'll let you."