A shrewd old hand who had lived a long life opened his eyes to find himself possessing the body of a sixteen-year-old emperor of Great Qian, who had been on the throne for only half a year.
The court officials all thought he was young and easy to fool.
Even the common people privately cursed him as a foolish ruler, wondering why he kept issuing imperial edicts to recruit all sorts of strange and unusual people.
No one could have guessed that he wasn't seeking talent at all. He was fishing for them!
The Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Eastern Depot, and the Western Depot were already firmly under his control. Civil officials and military generals kept an eye on one another, and no one could turn the world upside down.
Transmigrators armed with modern ideas came rushing in, full of excitement:
Some wanted to make glass and become imperial advisors, some wanted to plagiarize poetry and become celebrated talents, and some wanted to use novel tricks to become favored concubines.
They all thought they were chosen protagonists.
Little did they know that entering the capital meant stepping straight into the trap the emperor had laid.
Each person who tried to steal the nation's fortune was killed, and the realm grew more secure.
No System, no flashy cultivation realms. Just cunning, schemes, and ruthlessness.
He sneered: Think you can take advantage of me on my own turf? First, consider whether your head is hard enough!
