Peerless Prince
Li Tianqing’s soul traversed to another world, where he became the tenth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Storms brewed deep within the imperial city, and in the capital, he stood alone with no one t
“Report! An urgent dispatch from eight hundred miles away!”
“The Northern Yan is marching south, assembling a hundred thousand armored cavalry at the border. The Prince of Northern Yan himself is leading an envoy to our court, seeking to open border trade with us. They will arrive at the imperial capital in a few days!”
“Northern Yan are wolves in sheep’s clothing; their ambition must be crushed!”
The Emperor of Zhou’s expression hardened, his fist clenching.
“How dare insignificant Northern Yan act so brazenly! Convey my decree: all high officials in the capital are to convene at the Hall of State without delay.”
He furrowed his brows, pacing back and forth within his chambers.
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Deep within the palace, at the Prince’s residence.
“When will the days in this deep palace ever end…” Li Tianqing murmured, reclining on his couch, his thoughts adrift.
“Just endure two more years. Once I’m granted a household, things will change.” He could only comfort himself with such thoughts for now.
Though he had come to terms with the reality of transmigration, spending day after day in this labyrinthine palace, forced to deal with inscrutable minds, was unspeakably dull.
“The world outside is still the best…” Li Tianqing sighed, gazing out the window, his eyes full of longing.
Li Tianqing was a transmigrator. As for his former identity, he had merely been a master’s graduate in the liberal arts—well-versed in literature, history, and philosophy, yet considered useless in practical affairs. For the sake of survival