I Guarded the Frontier for Eight Years, and Now the Emperor Begs Me to Take the Throne cover

I Guarded the Frontier for Eight Years, and Now the Emperor Begs Me to Take the Throne

戍边八年，皇帝求我登基

by Ten Thousand Bones of Dust (尘万骨)

Status: Completed
Length: 1.5M Words
Genre: History & Military
Subgenre: Alternate History
Updated: 1y ago
English: Request a translation

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Synopsis

Zhao Ding transmigrates to Da Qian and becomes the Prince of Yan, tasked with guarding Da Qian's borders.

With no grand ambitions, he has no desire to conquer the world or become emperor. Afraid of dying young, he just wants to live carefree as a petty emperor in his own fief.

In his spare time, he walks his dogs, tends his flowers, teases his maids, and puts together repeating crossbows and divine cannons to protect himself.

While writing to the court to complain about how poor he is, he gets to work developing his fief.

And so, eight years later...

Beyond Da Qian's borderlands, tower after tower has risen from the ground, and divine cannons stand atop the city walls.

The concrete walls are thirty meters high, and the extra-wide military roads are broad enough for eight carriages to travel abreast.

Below, countless crisscrossing tunnels run through the ground.

Once his fief has become impregnable, Zhao Ding is finally satisfied and calls it quits.

Just then, the emperor arrives.

Emperor: Good grief! I told you to guard the border, and you built yourself a fortress of war? And you kept complaining to me about being poor, so how come your warehouses have more silver than the imperial treasury?

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17KFirst on 17K
First publishedJul 2023
Alternate History
Imperial Prince
Power Fantasy

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