“Hey, what are you doing?”
The moment Wang An opened his eyes, he saw someone was taking off his clothes. He was instantly so scared that he wrapped his arms tightly around his body, his face full of vigilance.
After pulling back a bit, he clearly saw before him an ancient beauty, around sixteen or seventeen years old.
Her brows were like painted strokes, her eyes like stars. Only, on that delicate and beautiful face, was an aloof expression that made people feel distant.
Wang An secretly cursed himself for being so hasty. Why stop her? To be able to have physical contact with a beauty worthy of being called a national goddess – wasn’t that a huge gain?
“Your Highness, you’re finally awake!”
While Wang An was having those wicked thoughts, the girl by the bed had also recovered from her fright. A look of joy appeared on her delicate, cold face.
She rushed to the bedside, clasped her hands in front of her stomach, and curtsied: “Your servant, Cai Yue, respectfully wishes Your Highness peace and good health!”
He suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly cleared his throat, saying, “Your Highness? What Your Highness? Miss, you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
Before he could finish speaking, a violent pain shot through his head, and Wang An’s voice abruptly fell silent.
After the pain subsided, Wang An discovered that many memories not his own had appeared in his mind.
The owner of these memories had the same given name and surname as him. He was the tenth son of the Emperor of the Da Yan Dynasty, and the current Crown Prince.
This fellow wasn’t talented at all; on the contrary, he was arrogant and unruly.
Almost everyone in court, from civil to military officials, had been bullied by him, and the entire court was filled with complaints all day long.
Therefore, he had no influence of his own in court.
The Three Departments and Six Ministries of the court were all controlled by the First Prince and the Sixth Prince.
But because he was the eldest legitimate son, protected by rules and regulations, favored by the Emperor, and his mother was the current Empress, it was only thanks to this that he could safely sit as the master of the Eastern Palace.
But even with such favorable conditions, he was still assassinated during the winter hunt not long ago.
He was indeed assassinated!
An arrow through the heart.
Straight through his body.
“How could it be so brutal! Transmigrated?”
Wang An lowered his head and looked at the bandages on his chest. He took a deep breath, then his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
Didn’t I just get hit by a car while saving a little girl? And that was enough to kill me?!
If I’m going to transmigrate, then just transmigrate! But to transmigrate into such a good-for-nothing, and have to deal with a pile of problems – how am I supposed to play this game?
No people when I need them, and who am I supposed to ask for money? Ah! In the North, the Man Kingdom people are eyeing us, while Jiangnan is suffering from natural disasters and floods. Everything needs funds for disaster relief, and even the Crown Prince’s own money has been requisitioned.
This is clearly a tough nut to crack!
“Calm down! Calm down!”
Wang An forced himself to calm down and carefully pieced together the chaotic events in his mind.
The former Crown Prince was assassinated, and the masterminds were very likely the First Prince and the Sixth Prince.
Only these two would consider him an obstacle, a thorn in their side, a nuisance they wanted to eliminate.
Currently, he had neither manpower nor money. If he wanted to fight them, it would clearly be a death wish.
Therefore, the most important thing now was to rely on the Emperor’s protection to recruit people and resources.
After his train of thought was organized, Wang An felt much more at ease.
Earning money wasn't a difficult task for him.
After integrating his memories, he discovered that, whether in terms of scientific and technological advancement or cultural development, the current Đại Viêm dynasty was comparable to the historical Song Dynasty, with business opportunities abundant everywhere.
The Silk Road, the Tea Horse Road, coal mines, taverns, and so on – all were places to mint money.
Moreover, he had originally been a soldier. Although he was later discharged and transferred to work as a manager in a library, he was still extremely knowledgeable and familiar with firearms and ammunition.
Once he had money, he could absolutely create cannons and guns, train soldiers and horses, and forge a modernized army.
By then, the First Prince and the Sixth Prince would be nothing but trifles! Dare to provoke me, and I’d grab a gun and blast you all to death!
The most important thing was to contend for the throne! Once he became Emperor, he would have a harem of three thousand beauties.
Thinking about it, Vương An curled his lips into a blissful smile.
Awake, he would command the world; drunk, he would sleep on a beauty's pillow. This was what every man pursued!
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Thải Nguyệt's gentle voice pulled Vương An back to reality.
"Oh, it's nothing."
Vương An carefully wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and hastily shook his head.
The beautiful, cold-faced woman before him was the Crown Prince's personal maid.
Vương An's eyes lit up. Now that he was the Crown Prince, asking her to serve him in bed should be permissible, right?