Imperador Gou de Daning

Within the capital, there was a bustle that reached its peak.

The Marquis of the Northern Frontier had returned victorious, and the formidable General Xu Zhong, whose very name cowed the barbarian tribes at the northern border, had laid down arms just half a month prior. The Xu family, heads of the House of the Northern Frontier Marquis, were now ennobled as a family of distinguished merit.

His son, Xu Cheng, was granted the title of heir and entered the Deer-chasing Academy to pursue his studies.

…

In a pavilion within the Deer-chasing Academy.

Xie Zheng’s eyes snapped open. He found himself in an unfamiliar place, testing his arms and senses—everything seemed intact.

What was going on? Had he not been run over by a truck, his brain smashed to pulp in an accident? How could he possibly still be alive?

His body felt fine, but his clothing was completely different—no longer the attire he was used to, but rather the white robes of an ancient academy, embroidered with cloud motifs at the sleeves.

Could it be… he had transmigrated?

He glanced around. The surroundings bore the distinct air of an old-world courtyard. Several men, dressed as he was, looked at him with arrogant expressions. The one at their head curled his lips in disdain and spoke.

“Xie Zheng, let me make this clear: the Princess of Anyang will only ever be mine. Even if you die, you’ll never stand a chance!”

Xie Zheng was taken aback. Who was this Princess of Anyang?

In the next instant, memories surfaced in his mind.

The Princess of