He transmigrates into the lowliest street thug in a chaotic era, and it’s a famine so severe that people are trading their children for food from the start.
The rice jar at home is cleaner than his face, yet he somehow “rescues” a pair of beautiful wives and concubines from a respectable official’s family?
On the verge of starving to death, Xiao Han sees a stream of top-secret intelligence appear in his mind:
[Today’s intelligence: A sack of millet belonging to the landlord’s family is hidden beneath the dry well at the village entrance.]
[Tomorrow’s warning: The wild chicken frozen stiff beside the main road is actually still alive. It’ll make a nourishing soup.]
[Major secret: The aloof “sister-in-law” you just rescued is actually the imperial princess, fallen on hard times...]
In a world where human life is worth less than grass, Xiao Han uses intelligence in his left hand to determine who lives and dies, and fine wine in his right to enjoy the company of beautiful women.
At first, they only asked for enough food to fill their stomachs. Later, they wanted to win him the whole world.
The princess blushes: “Benefactor, it’s late, and your concubine... is cold.”
Xiao Han: “Cold? Then put on another layer of ‘clothing’!”
