Lin Fan transmigrates to the Great Liang dynasty. His father is missing, he inherits the title of Prince Who Stands Shoulder to Shoulder with the Emperor, and he commands eight hundred thousand Northern Garrison soldiers.
As soon as he transmigrates, he is granted a marriage to Princess Liang Qingyue. But on their wedding day, his bride-to-be shows up with the man she has always loved.
"Lin Fan, don't flatter yourself. You and I are only pretending to be married because of an imperial decree. It's just an act."
"The only man in my heart, the only one I see, has always been my Brother Wang Teng!"
"You're nothing but a brute with military power. Brother Wang Teng is a hidden dragon, destined to reach the heavens one day. He can crush you, this so-called Prince Who Stands Shoulder to Shoulder with the Emperor, with a flick of his hand."
Just then, Lin Fan awakens his golden finger, the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron, which can devour the forces of yin and yang, heavenly treasures, and all things in the world, turning them into his own cultivation!
Faced with the shameless Princess of Great Liang and the man she loves, Lin Fan smacks her across the face.
Liang Qingyue covers her cheek, shocked and furious. She scolds him arrogantly: "Lin Fan, have you lost your mind? I'm the Princess of Great Liang, and my father is the emperor! How dare you hit me?"
Lin Fan immediately slaps her again.
"So what if I hit you? You're just a mere princess. Even if your father himself showed up today, I'd hit him too."
"The Prince Who Stands Shoulder to Shoulder with the Emperor ranks as his equal, with authority over the north and south. Your father still has to show me respect. Who are you to act out in front of me?"
Lin Fan turns his gaze to the man standing beside his bride-to-be.
"Guards."
"This insect has ingratiated himself with the imperial family and coveted my fiancée. Castrate him, then grind his bones to dust."
From then on, the Great Liang dynasty loses one spoiled bootlicker and gains a supreme ruler.
"Eight hundred thousand Northern Garrison soldiers, we ask Your Majesty to die!"
This book is really badly written. Oh well, I'll take it slow and keep trying.
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