After transmigrating to another world, Zhao Yuankai became the emperor of the Han Dynasty, only to find himself facing the imminent collapse of his empire. What was he supposed to do?
Zhao Yuankai smiled calmly. It didn’t seem like a big problem.
The white-robed scholar-general Chen Qingzhi: “Grant me seven thousand men in white, and I’ll make a path through any army!”
The dauntless Zhao Zilong: “Grant me a fine steed, and I’ll charge in and out seven times, slaying the enemy commander!”
The general who sealed the Wolf’s Abode Mountain, Huo Qubing: “Lend me three more years, and I’ll sweep away Xiliang and secure the realm!”
As the mighty Han rose to prominence on the frontier of the Nine Provinces in an unprecedented fashion, Zhao Yuankai reclined with beauties on his lap and smiled lazily.
“The Nine Provinces are so vast. I, your emperor... will have to conquer them and take my time looking around!”
