"Young Marquis, get up quickly. It's our turn to patrol."
"Where am I?"
Qin Hu sat up groggily. He felt a chill all over, while outside, the gale howled fiercely. At once, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
"Oh, Young Marquis, why are you so muddleheaded? We're in the military camp. It's our turn to stand watch at this hour. If we don't get up, we'll be punished by military law. Even the old marquis can't protect you now."
"What?"
Qin Hu opened his eyes and saw that he was inside a tent, with a small soldier in leather armor standing before him.
Just as he was about to ask something, a splitting headache struck him. A massive flood of information surged into his mind, and a few seconds later, he knew he had transmigrated.
He had gone from being a modern special forces soldier to becoming a young marquis also named Qin Hu—the foremost of the capital's Seven Young Devils!
And this era, called the Great Yu Dynasty, had never existed in history at all.
Qin Hu's ancestors had been among the four dukes and twenty-eight marquises who founded Great Yu. Three months ago, his father had died of illness, and Qin Hu inherited the title, becoming the new Champion Marquis.
Qin Hu had been spoiled by his parents since childhood. He did not enjoy studying or martial arts, only playing around, eating, drinking, and making merry as he ran wild through the capital.
Once he grew older, his family wanted him to settle down, so they arranged a marriage for him. The bride was the eldest daughter of Duke Chen's household, Chen Ruoli—a noble young lady, beautiful on the outside and wise within.
This Qin Hu was vicious and ruthless toward everyone else, yet he was utterly