This Heir Is a Bit Unconventional
Li Yunjie woke up to find himself transported to the Great Qian Dynasty. In this world, scholars could shift mountains and fill seas, magicians could manipulate the stars and planets, and warriors could stir the very fabric of creation... “My dear, you’ve tried to kill me three times and failed. Have you considered finding a new husband?” “Brother-in-law... Heavenly thunder is about to strike you!” The mute younger sister suddenly spoke, and thunder from the nine heavens gathered at her fingertips, swirling into a wisp of azure smoke. Eleven, whose hair was as white as snow, wielded a kitchen knife that could cleave the starry river: “Sir, it’s time for you to ascend to the heavens.” ... Looking back on the path he had traveled, Li Yunjie merely smiled. “The Way of Heaven is nothing more than this.”
This Heir Is a Bit Unconventional
Great Qian.
Prime Minister's Residence.
"Li Yunjie, have you any last words?"
In the grand hall, a man dressed in resplendent robes sat upright, his words carrying a chilling air of authority. He was none other than Su Ming, the most powerful statesman in Great Qian.
At this moment, Li Yunjie—the man named—was bound tightly and forced to kneel in the center of the hall, looking utterly disheveled.
Today marked the first day since Li Yunjie had crossed into this world. He had been awakened at dawn by a lingering fragrance. Before he could even sort out the events that had led him into this body, several burly men had kicked down his door and dragged him from his bed.
In the confusion, he remembered that his predecessor had only just married into the family the day before, his bride being Su Ming's eldest daughter, Su Qingmeng. Yet what confounded him beyond all reason was that the naked woman lying beside him had been Su Qingmeng's younger sister, Su Xiyan.
On his wedding night, to be found in bed with his new sister-in-law—this was a stain that could not be washed away, not even if he jumped into the Pacific Ocean.
"Father, what's the point of speaking with such a scoundrel?" cried Su Qingmeng, the aggrieved sister. "Let me kill him now, and give Xiyan justice!"
Though only nineteen, Su Qingmeng was already a fourth-rank martial artist, and among the young generation of Great Qian, few could rival her prowess. Genius often comes with arrogance, and Su Qingmeng was no e
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