Yan Hui transmigrated into the body of the heir to the Northern Yan throne, a notorious good-for-nothing playboy known throughout the land.
The original owner had spent fifteen years as a hostage in the Great Jin imperial palace. He should have been able to inherit the title of heir upon his return.
Who could have guessed that they would strip him of it as soon as he got back? Who could put up with that?
The whole royal household mocked and shunned him, and the people of Northern Yan considered him a disgrace.
His servants insulted him at will, and the maids made life difficult for him at every turn.
Even passing dogs barked at him twice.
The imperial clan wanted the princes’ heirs sent away as hostages. Wouldn’t that mean he had suffered for fifteen years for nothing?
Anyone else might put up with it, but he couldn’t!
He had endured for fifteen years. Any longer and he’d become a ninja turtle.
They wanted the heir’s title? They could go to the imperial palace and serve as hostages themselves.
No one could take what belonged to him. He was determined to claim his rightful place.
He beat the princess consort and imprisoned the Prince of Yan.
He built up his own power and amassed an army of a million.
He held off the Xiongnu in the north and rejected offers of recruitment from the south.
What? The court says I’m plotting rebellion and wants all the grain and weapons I’ve stockpiled handed over?
I spent ten years as a hostage. Your court scared me half to death.
It’s not unreasonable to stockpile a little extra, is it?
