Xiao Qing’s soul transmigrated into the Great Qian Dynasty, where he became Great Qian’s Sixth Prince. With neither power nor influence, he was treated as worthless trash by the other princes and sent off to that godforsaken place, Northern Liang, where they hoped he would be left to fend for himself and die.

But the moment Xiao Qing arrived in Northern Liang, he rolled up his sleeves and got straight to work.

Bandits? Pretend to be them!

Passing merchants? Kidnap them!

Red-light district? Open one!

Casino? Start one!

In just a few short years, Northern Liang underwent explosive development. Shops lined the streets, tax revenue soared, and food, drink, entertainment, and pleasure were all available in abundance.

But just as he had enjoyed a few comfortable years, the heavenly screen made its dazzling debut:

【Xiao Qing is the emperor of Great Qian】

The Qian Emperor: “What? Sixth is the emperor of Great Qian!”

Under the gaze of the entire hall of courtiers and his brothers, Xiao Qing fell—