Satisfeito com pouca riqueza? Não, meu objetivo é conquistar o mundo
【Desenvolvimento lento + vida rural + plágio de poesias + intrigas políticas + pugilato e corte imperial + belas mulheres】Chen Xiaofu transmigrou para a Dinastia Da Zhou e tornou-se um filho ilegítimo analfabeto na Mansão do General Shen de Kaiyang. Possui o Pavilhão Huaxi e ainda mil hectares de terras férteis, mas o mais importante é que tem uma noiva de beleza estonteante e compreensão perfeita. Sem dramas de noivado rompido, Chen Xiaofu está satisfeito com essa vida e planeja viver despreocupado para sempre. No entanto, seu maldito talento faz com que ele se torne famoso de um dia para o outro. Chen Xiaofu parte de Lin’an para a capital imperial, mergulhando em um mundo de intrigas sangrentas. Segundo Príncipe: “Só quero a cabeça de Chen Xiaofu!” Imperador de Dong Qi: “Ofereço cem mil taéis de prata a quem capturar Chen Xiaofu vivo!” Nona Princesa de Xi Chu: “Não quero saber, quero casar com Chen Xiaofu e ponto final!” Príncipe Herdeiro de Bei Wei: “Ordem para todos os assassinos da Torre Qingyi entrarem em Da Zhou. Se não matarem Chen Xiaofu, não terei paz!” Chen Xiaofu olha para a imperatriz de Da Zhou: “Todos querem minha morte. Se eu tomar o império, o que acha, Vossa Majestade?” Imperatriz: “Dou-lhe trezentos mil soldados!” Chen Xiaofu: “Na verdade, quero Da Zhou inteira.” A imperatriz logo sorriu: “Se quiser, eu lhe dou de presente!”
Satisfeito com pouca riqueza? Não, meu objetivo é conquistar o mundo
“Study, study, study,”
“You clearly know he’s no scholar, yet you forced him to study,”
“And now look, he jumped off the building—he’s gone. Are you satisfied?”
South Wing of Huaxi Manor.
The matriarch had shed her usual gentle demeanor. Trembling, she pointed a finger at the old master, who hung his head in shame. Her aged eyes seemed to blaze with fury.
She took a deep breath and scolded him again:
“Does Ji An really need to study?”
“Though the Kaiyang General’s Mansion has declined somewhat over the years, with Huaxi Manor and the thousand acres of fertile land beyond it, isn’t that enough to secure Ji An’s future?”
“Chen Linyuan, you’ve gone senile!”
“The child was named Ji An, meaning ‘small fortune,’ by imperial decree from Her Majesty the Empress the moment he was born. Don’t you understand the meaning behind the name?”
“You’ve spent your whole life studying, but it’s all gone to waste!”
“I ask you, how do you plan to resolve this now?”
...
Within the vast Huaxi Manor, the servants were all silent as death, subdued by the young master’s demise and the matriarch’s wrath.
Cuihong stood tensely by the bed in the bedroom, clutching the hem of her gown tightly. Her anxiety was not so much about the corpse on the bed, but because this was the first time in thirteen years of serving the young master that she had witnessed the matriarch’s anger.
The matriarch’s fury at the old master over a bastard child was perhaps because the young master had been raised sol
