"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 his body, while a fierce wind howled outside, leaving him thoroughly bewildered.
"Oh, Young Marquis, how can you be 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 under military law. Even the old marquis can't protect you now."
"What?"
Qin Hu opened his eyes and found himself in a tent, with a common soldier in leather armor standing before him.
Just as he was about to ask something, his head suddenly felt as though it were splitting apart. A massive flood of information surged into his mind, and within seconds, he knew he had transmigrated.
He had gone from a modern special forces soldier to a young marquis also named Qin Hu—the foremost of the capital's seven notorious young scoundrels!
And this era, known as the Great Yu Dynasty, did not exist 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 had inherited the title, becoming the new Champion Marquis.
Qin Hu had been spoiled by his parents from childhood. He did not love studying or martial arts, caring only for play, food, drink, pleasure, and throwing his weight around in the capital.
When he grew older, his family wanted him to settle down, so they arranged a marriage for him. The girl was the eldest daughter of Duke Chen's household, Chen Ruoli—a noble young lady, graceful without and wise within.
This Qin Hu was vicious and ruthless toward everyone else, yet before this fiancée, beautiful as