A stroke of misfortune amidst great luck: Zhao Xin has transmigrated.
A stroke of luck amidst misfortune: He has transmigrated as the second son of Emperor Renzong of Song, who in history died young, but now, he is the only son.
With a throne to inherit at home and being the apple of everyone’s eye, even if he does absolutely nothing, that chair in the Zichen Hall will be his sooner or later.
“Osmanthus in the three autumn months, ten miles of lotus flowers, households overflowing with silk and satin, a world of decadence and luxury”—it is truly a wonderful era to lie flat and enjoy life.
What? There are only eighty years left until the Jingkang Incident? Then he’ll have to roll up his sleeves and work hard!
If I just beat all of you to death, there shouldn’t be any more problems, right?
This winning hand will be played by this Crown Prince!
Note: The protagonist’s historical knowledge ≠ the author’s historical knowledge.
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