I’m the Most Competitive Prince in History, and My Brothers Beg Me to Take It Easy

Zhou Yun transmigrates and becomes the most pathetic of the Great Xia dynasty’s nine princes. The other princes and ministers look down on him, his father ignores him, and even a consort’s dog can bite him. You lot have been so heartless. It’s time you experienced the grind culture of a thousand years from now: 996 and 007, here we come! So Zhou Yun brings everything from his past life into this world, working himself to the bone while leaving everyone else no room to compete! The equal distribution of land taxes, returning the tax surcharges to the state, equal treatment for officials and gentry, the enfeoffment decree; glass, perfume, soap, coal stoves; Journey to the West, Dream of the Red Chamber, Investiture of the Gods; iron-armored cavalry, firearms, hand grenades, AK-47s... Years later, all nations come to pay tribute. All under heaven belongs to Great Xia. The Xia Emperor: I’m tired and want to retire as Supreme Emperor. Let Old Ninth take the throne. Zhou Yun: I have no interest in the throne. Please grant me the title of “Great Xia’s King of the Grind.” The other princes are on the verge of breaking down: Old Ninth, you’ve already made it all the way to Mount Langjuxu. Can you stop grinding? How are the rest of us supposed to live? Zhou Yun smiles faintly: How is this even a grind? Have you lot never seen Great Xia at four in the morning?