The Crown Prince Works Overtime—And All His Brothers Have Been Reborn

Born the crown prince, Qi Yuanzuo was certain he was the only normal person in the entire imperial family. Little did he know how outsiders saw His Highness:

At seven, he shot a tiger and won back nine hundred kilometers of territory in the Qilian Mountains.

At thirteen, he carved a bloody path through Jiangnan's aristocratic clans and personally orchestrated the Ninety-Seven Mourning Robes Case, treading over their bones to earn the stature of a sage and king.

At fifteen, he wagered on the Qilian Mountains once more. A thousand-mile surprise assault turned a diplomatic wedding procession into an unstoppable advance, spreading the fame of the Lord of Martial Peace far and wide.

His brothers both loved and hated him. His aunt's feelings for him defied description. His enemies gnashed their teeth at his name. His ministers feigned death to serve their country because of him. Even other transmigrators only dared call him their predecessor in the privacy of their diaries.

Children's lilting voices sang of the fifteen-year-old crown prince:

*Storm the royal court, raise the phoenix standards-banners blanket the Heavenly Mountains;

Embroider scented handkerchiefs, dream of a handsome lover-golden armor puts bridal red to shame.

Whose young son is he?

He expands the realm, secures the nation with brush and blade;

Upon the young dragon's path, the White King is a name none dare speak.*