Prince Huai carefully examined the mountain pass ahead and murmured, "But their main forces have already been crushed. They shouldn’t have any troops left to ambush us."
"Is the Great Yan Dynasty so desperate that they let you lead an army? No ambush? Just set up boulders and logs on these cliffs—even an eight-year-old could cut the ropes and wipe out the pursuing troops. Even without those, a few horse traps in this terrain would be enough. A handful of soldiers could block the way. Are you stupid?" Fang Zhiyi was beginning to question the intelligence level of this world. Prince Huai was a general?
Prince Huai looked up at the path ahead. The deputy cautiously asked, "General, should we continue the pursuit?"
After a moment of hesitation, Xia Luo’s figure flashed through his mind. He shook his head. "No, we won’t pursue."
The deputy nodded and ordered the troops to withdraw.
Prince Huai seemed troubled and retired early to his tent.
"You... are me?" he muttered to himself. Fang Zhiyi ignored him, his thoughts drifting to that letter.
That Xia Luo was clearly a transmigrator—after all, people from her world loved making soap. Plus, she kept ranting about "freedom in love" and that gesture... poking Prince Huai’s nose.
A green tea bitch? The term reminded Fang Zhiyi of his old world. Xia Luo wasn’t even high-tier, but she was more than enough to manipulate a simpleton like Prince Huai. And he had to be stuck in the body of a simp?
Feng Yusheng... appearing in the capital at this time, mingling with every prince—clearly scheming something. They called him a peerless strategist. Could today’s events be his doing? Too little evidence.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head, missing the days when he knew the plot.
Prince Huai muttered to himself for a while, but when Fang Zhiyi still refused to engage, he flopped onto his bed. Fang Zhiyi sighed. How did this guy’s brain even function?
"Good heavens, what kind of battle strategy was that?!"
"Flanking! It’s a war, not a martial arts tournament!"
"If I could reach you, I’d strangle you! Just station an ambush on the northern slope!"
"Charge! Why hesitate when you should be pursuing?!"
For the next ten days, Prince Huai’s mind was filled with Fang Zhiyi’s relentless scolding. It was grating, but he couldn’t ignore it. Gradually, he realized the other "him" in his head was terrifyingly competent. Following his advice made battles absurdly easy—so much so that it felt unreal.
"So... I’m this amazing?" Prince Huai mused on the command platform. Fang Zhiyi wished he could crawl out and slap him.
"Tell me, are you the only general in the entire kingdom?"
Prince Huai shook his head. "No, there’s King Zhennan, the Huai Song Army, and..."
"Stop. Then how the hell did you get this position?"
Prince Huai answered without hesitation. "My father died in battle. His Majesty said I needed experience."
Fang Zhiyi’s hands itched. Even the emperor was an idiot!
"You’re heading back now, right?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Prince Huai nodded. "Yes." He had grown docile toward the volatile "other self." After all, listening to himself couldn’t be wrong.
"You plan to let the army follow while you ride ahead?"
"Yes."
"Yes your ass! What kind of general abandons his troops after a battle? You think people won’t talk? That you’re rushing back for rewards or credit? What will your men think? Your soldiers?"
"But I just want to see Luo Luo sooner..."
"Luo Luo my foot! Listen here—if you ditch your army, I’ll curse you from dusk till dawn."
Prince Huai meekly replied, "Well... she’s your mother too."
"You son of a—" Fang Zhiyi restrained himself. "Just remember this: share the glory, march with your troops. Got it? No one cares about your little crush. They’ll only see a general desperate for credit."
After a pause, Prince Huai surrendered to the threat. "Fine."
Meanwhile, in the capital, Feng Yusheng received a report—Prince Huai Fang Zhiyi hadn’t rushed back alone. He narrowed his eyes. "Did I misjudge him?" Staring into the brazier, he pondered. A servant approached. "Master, what troubles you?"
Feng Yusheng remained silent. He needed to reassess this seemingly simple prince.
Prince Huai Fang Zhiyi was a crucial piece. He held military power but hadn’t aligned with any prince. Feng Yusheng had to secure control over him.
"So, the guy got dumped, and the girl he liked ran off." Fang Zhiyi finished his story.
Prince Huai blinked. "That girl was awful."
Fang Zhiyi was pleased. "Exactly." He refused to believe any simp was beyond redemption.
"Luo Luo would never do that."
"I—"
"Right?" Prince Huai’s face lit up with childlike innocence at the mention of Xia Luo.
Fang Zhiyi, too exasperated to respond, let him ramble about how extraordinary, beautiful, and fascinating Xia Luo was.
The more he listened, the more pity he felt. In the modern world, Xia Luo would’ve been a third-rate green tea side character—one with barely an episode’s worth of screen time!
"Listen to me, and I’ll make sure you succeed." Fang Zhiyi changed tactics.
Prince Huai brightened. "Really?"
"I am you. Why would I lie?"
Prince Huai nodded solemnly.
"Once you return to the capital, go straight to the emperor. Report your victory. Understood?"
When Prince Huai hesitated, Fang Zhiyi threatened to abandon him, forcing compliance.
Standing in court, Prince Huai delivered a meticulous account of the campaign’s success and spoils. The old emperor beamed, and the princes and ministers praised him lavishly.
"Zhiyi, name your reward!" the emperor declared.
"Really? I want..." Prince Huai faltered, recalling Xia Luo’s rants against arranged marriages. His expression dimmed. "I want..."
Fang Zhiyi quickly supplied, "A grand estate and some silver."
Prince Huai parroted the words verbatim.
The emperor paused, then laughed heartily. "Ah, yes! Your father’s old residence is too modest for your status now. Attendants!"
Later, Prince Huai grumbled, "Why did you make me ask for this? What will His Majesty think?"
"Are you truly this dense? Refusing rewards makes you look suspicious. You’d rather have soldiers kick down your door in the dead of night?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
