Your Generations Have Wielded Blades, So How Did You Become a Sage of Letters?

I had just transmigrated into the heir of the Mighty Marquis when my father held a blade to my neck. I nearly died.

The Zhao family had wielded blades for generations, and my father hated civil officials most of all. Yet, through a twist of fate, my predecessor had bought himself a fourth-rank position as Junior Grand Secretary!

My own father chased me for three whole streets with a beheading saber! The whole city was waiting to see my head roll.

The First Prince laid a trap, the Prime Minister's son mocked me, and even the Rakshasa Princess thought I was useless.

But no one expected that this playboy heir, looked down on by everyone, would turn things around step by step, starting with a palindrome poem!

My poetry shook the world, my writings stabilized the nation, and I plunged into political intrigue, stirring up a storm at court!

Since you insist on driving me to the brink, I'll tread on a mountain of corpses and fight my way to the summit of literary sainthood!

And while I'm at it, I'll make the Rakshasa Princess mine too!