O trabalhador Fang Yang foi transportado para uma dinastia que nunca existiu na história, tornando-se o filho do Duque Cheng, um jovem mimado e esbanjador. Pensava que a partir de então teria uma vida de luxo e extravagância, mas logo descobriu que o título de duque era apenas uma fachada, e a família já estava em decadência, vivendo à beira da ruína. Fang Yang só podia se dedicar a ganhar dinheiro, mas acabou envolvido nos assuntos da corte. Assim, o jovem levantou a espada, eliminou ministros poderosos, puniu traidores, pacificou povos estrangeiros, lutou em campanhas ao sul e ao norte, e ao olhar para trás, já era famoso em todo o mundo por suas conquistas.
“Hiss!”
Fang Yang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
Then he heard a loud shout: “Wretched son! How dare you rebel and urinate in the Dean’s wine gourd!”
Fang Yang stared blankly at the man before him, who appeared to be around forty, dressed in ancient robes, holding a horsewhip, his face full of anger.
Confused, he asked, “Who are you?”
“Who am I? I’m your father!” the middle-aged man barked sternly.
“Bah! I’m your father!” Fang Yang retorted immediately, unwilling to be outdone.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.
Then came another roar: “Wretched son! You’ve gone against the heavenly order! If I don’t beat you to death today, I won’t be a man!”
Seeing the raised horsewhip, Fang Yang was startled and quickly jumped off the bed.
“Bang!”
A muffled crack sounded as the quilt was whipped apart, exposing the cotton inside.
“Damn! You’re serious!” Fang Yang was terrified.
He turned and ran.
He recalled being an upstanding youth from the 21st century, getting hit by a speeding car while crossing the street because he wasn’t paying attention.
Waking up to this scene left him speechless.
Seeing the middle-aged man closing in rapidly, Fang Yang spotted a large tree ahead and swiftly climbed it with a speed that even surprised himself.
“Wretched son, get down here!” the man shouted in frustration.
Fang Yang laughed and called out, “Come on! If you’ve got the guts, climb up here!”
“You!” The man’s lips trembled with anger.
With a cold