Exiled Three Thousand Miles: I Command a Million Troops, and You Want Me to Surrender Power?

Wang Cheng had refused to transmigrate at first.

He had transmigrated into the body of the Crown Prince’s tutor. His future was set to be the most prestigious and comfortable official post in the land, a job that would let him coast through life.

Wang Cheng had no intention of devoting himself to governing well.

But someone whispered in the emperor’s ear, and Wang Cheng was exiled three thousand li away to Yin Nan, a place so desolate even birds wouldn’t shit there.

With death staring him in the face, what else could he do?

Over the next four years, Wang Cheng reluctantly devoted himself to good governance, racking his brains to open roads, expand commerce, and continually advance science and technology.

The power of a technological boom was immense. Before he knew it, Wang Cheng had turned Yin Nan into a futuristic city in the eyes of others, with a population of hundreds of thousands, a private army of over a hundred thousand, thriving commerce, and formidable military strength. No one could defeat it on the borders.

Just then, someone in the capital actually wanted him dead?

To avoid disrupting his grand plans and to keep playing emperor on the border, Wang Cheng had no choice but to put on a show.

The bird that sticks its head out gets shot, and the one who keeps quiet gets rich. Wang Cheng’s performance had to become common knowledge throughout the court, and everyone had to believe he was a beggar.

“Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?”

Wang Cheng sat in the pleasure house he had built, an alluring beauty in his arms, and said just that.