Zhao Xie transmigrated into a dynasty that had never existed in history...
The good news: He's the Prince of Qi of the State of Xin, renowned across the land for his benevolence, and all he has to do is wave his hand to summon a whole gang of followers.
The bad news: Someone has accused him of treason, and now he's being dragged to the capital to be beheaded...
On his sixth day in Bianjing...
The empress squeezed Zhao Xie's shoulders and pleaded, “Brother, do you remember when we were children?”
“You said you'd always protect me...”
Cold sweat dripped down Zhao Xie's forehead...
Sure, reminisce all you want, but could you first call off the executioners waiting outside the door?!
Two months later...
Empress: “Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish. Fuss too much and you hurt the people; poke at it too often and the fish falls apart!”
Zhao Xie: “I'll just crank up the heat and reduce it to a sauce!”
