Transmigrate into an Emperor: I Crush the Dowager Consort from the Start

After transmigrating into the body of an emperor, I thought I had finally reached the peak of life. Endless money, endless women. But the treasury was empty, and the women were assassins. My father wanted me dead. The Empress Dowager wanted me dead. My brothers wanted me dead, and so did the ministers. The northern barbarians came charging with their butcher’s knives. They wanted more than my life: they wanted me to hand over my land and women. The boys were left to rot in their bones, and the women became “lambs worth envying”! The great families behind their red gates were terrified and fled south. The people were plunged into misery, reduced to eating their own children. On the battlefield, men fought for their lives. In court, others laughed and watched a spectacle staged with human lives. Brothers killed brothers, fathers and sons turned on each other. Men were no longer men, and women were no longer women. I wanted to survive. My only choice was to raise the butcher’s blade and carve out a path, using mountains of bones to build a magnificent age of prosperity. As for my brothers, my father, and the powerful nobles, I’m a kind man. I couldn’t bear to let them live through such chaos, so I personally saw them off.