Special forces king Chu Feng died in the line of duty. When he opened his eyes, he had become the most pathetic son-in-law and imperial consort in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The original owner had been framed and had become a laughingstock throughout the capital. Even his princess wife treated him with icy indifference, and the servants in his household dared to walk all over him. His father-in-law, the emperor, considered him a disgrace; the court officials mocked him; and children in the streets sang rhymes about his cowardice.
But Chu Feng had transmigrated with the memories and iron-fisted methods of another world.
Court politics? He had seen through every trick in modern history books. Battlefield warfare? Special operations tactics against ancient armies were an overwhelming advantage. Business rivalries? The principles of economics, both ancient and modern, made him unbeatable. Martial arts masters? Sorry, ever heard of hand-to-hand combat techniques designed to kill?
“I’m done being your imperial consort.”
“Unless you beg me to stay.”
The moment Chu Feng tore away his mask of weakness, the balance of power across the Great Zhou Dynasty began to quietly shift.
From a useless imperial consort everyone mocked to the powerful Duke Who Guards the State.
The princess said, “Chu Feng, I was blind to your worth.”
The emperor said, “I misjudged you. Having you is a blessing to the Great Zhou.”
The enemy nation said, “With Chu Feng in the Great Zhou, it cannot be bullied.”
Chu Feng only smiled. “I’m just an ordinary person, really. I’ve simply lived one more life than you.”
