I Transmigrated to the Great Yan Dynasty, and You Call This Begging?

Duan Qingyun is reborn into an unjust world torn by war. All he wants is three meals and a place to sleep, but born a commoner, his life is worth less than grass. If not now, when should he rise up? I only wanted to scrape by, but you forced me to seize power over all. If this world is unjust, I’ll trample this chaotic age beneath my feet. If this world is dark, I’ll stain it red with blood. The imperial court, warlords, ruthless soldiers and fierce generals: all will fall beneath my feet. A beggar in commoner’s robes rises to the clouds. Seated upon the dragon throne, he smiles and asks himself: Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?