On my first day after transmigrating, I set fire to the imperial palace treasury, wiping out the ten years’ worth of hoarded wealth the chief eunuch had embezzled.
On my second day, I seized the tribute gifts from foreign states and brought them back to my residence, wiping out the gold and silver the Ministry of Revenue had embezzled over the years.
On my third day, I stormed into the imperial harem and stripped the selected beauties from every region, wiping out the Ministry of Rites’ disgraceful accounts of debauchery.
Seven days later, the Emperor was furious and wanted me dead.
The entire court fell to its knees to plead for me.
The Emperor stripped me of my status as a prince and exiled me to the borderlands.
I thought I’d be free to roam wherever I pleased, but it turned out he was sending me there to clean up the mess he’d made when he murdered his father and seized the throne.
A masterpiece, a masterpiece delayed by its name