Forced to Ascend the Throne After Transmigrating

After a brief time travel, Ye Shuo found himself the ninth prince of the Zhou Dynasty. His mother was the most favored imperial concubine, and his maternal grandfather was the Duke of Zhenguo, a powerful military commander. From birth, he was instantly one of the top three contenders for the throne, rivaling even the crown prince. Crucially, his mother also harbored ambitions to seize the throne. A favored concubine holding military power alongside an emperor in his prime—a setup that clearly spelled doom. Furthermore, he faced eight ambitious older brothers, each a formidable opponent. Ye Shuo pondered for a long time, then closed his eyes and kicked his legs. Whoever wanted the throne could claim it. Even if he became emperor, so what? No internet, no electricity, no games. Even if he became emperor, he still wouldn't have a flush toilet. As the saying goes, "Without desire, one becomes strong." Thus, the once-honored ninth prince became a notorious playboy. Heading to the study before the hour of Yin? No wonder the child mortality rate is so high. No, no, no. First come the ministers, then the sons? Even the emperor was his biological father, wasn't he? Initially, the crown prince and his companions thought their younger brother was hiding his talents. It wasn't until he was eight, still asking his father to carry him to school, that they suddenly realized what a fool he truly was. The emperor had carefully treaded on thin ice, being someone else's son for over thirty years before ascending to the throne. His children were just like him, until the ninth prince was born, a child even the emperor had never seen. Yet, for some reason, the emperor became preoccupied with his youngest son, and even subsequent princes were never as impressive as him. Over a decade passed, the imperial court was in turmoil, brothers feuded, and things had changed. Only Ye Shuo remained the same. No one could have predicted that the new emperor would die three years after ascending the throne, leaving his only son to succeed him. Ye Shuo painstakingly nurtured his brother's only child, only to lose him without warning. The royal family was completely destitute, leaving only his uncle to succeed him. At the time, his uncle was only twenty-six years old. Ye Shuo: ………On the day of the coronation ceremony, the ministers, remembering the former Ninth Prince, now the Ninth Uncle, who hadn't even graduated from elementary school, were overcome with grief, nearly collapsing the Hall of Supreme Harmony with tears. Our Great Zhou Dynasty is doomed. Seeing the Ninth Prince acting unruly even as emperor, everyone, including the Grand Tutor, braced for annexation by the two neighboring states. But they didn't expect that a year would pass, and the dynasty would remain stable. Three years later, the people no longer suffered from hunger. Five years later, natural disasters continued. Ye Shuo seized the opportunity to launch an offensive, annihilating the two states. Beholding the unprecedentedly unified territories, the ministers were stunned. Who would have thought that Ye Shuo, in his previous life, was actually a genius? ………………Preview article – Title: "After Becoming the Son of an Eunuch" Synopsis: After traveling through time, Jiang Yanliang became the adopted son of a notorious eunuch. Despite his ill-repute, the eunuch was truly devoted to his adopted son, which is why Jiang Yanliang was able to remain under his wing and enjoy his care for years. In Jiang Yanliang's opinion, such a great favor requires his utmost efforts in the future to repay. The great eunuch Jiang Dewang has controlled the government for many years, and his reputation has long been rotten. In the court, those who respectfully call him "Nine Thousand Years Old", but behind his back, they all call him a eunuch. Even though he is extremely powerful, no one looks down on him because of his status as a eunuch. Jiang Dewang felt that this was the end of his life. When the people's resentment accumulated to a certain extent, he would sooner or later die a miserable death as those people hoped. Unexpectedly, his adopted son was so ambitious. At the age of fourteen, he got his head broken after an argument, which opened his eyes. A few years later, he won the imperial examination and won the first place. When the civil and military officials in the court heard the news, their faces turned green. Jiang Dewang vented his anger and felt that his life was worth it. With such an adopted son, he could die without regrets. From then on, Jiang Dewang treated his adopted son like his lifeblood, devoting all he had to helping him rise to the top and ensuring his safety. His target was the powerful official. He wanted everyone to know that while he, Jiang Dewang, was incompetent, his son was the best. However, his son's development far exceeded his expectations. Three years passed, and natural disasters continued, rebel armies arose, and on the day the city fell, Jiang Dewang was captured. He knew he would be captured and sacrificed by the rebel leader. Jiang Dewang remained calm, having anticipated this day. His only concern before his death was his adopted son, whom he had sent away long before. That is, until Jiang Dewang saw the rebel leader's face clearly. Though his face was drenched in blood and his eyes held a fierceness he had never seen before, Jiang Dewang would never mistake his features for his son, even if he were reduced to ash. Who else could this rebel leader be but his son? His dream of becoming a powerful official was shattered, but he could still dream of becoming an emperor. Therefore, Jiang Dewang watched helplessly as his son easily obtained the position that he had never dreamed of even at the height of his glory. Jiang Dewang then realized that he, the so-called treacherous eunuch, was nothing. In the end, he was not even a fraction as good as his inconspicuous son. When they heard that Jiang Dewang was captured, although the other ministers were not in a good situation either, they were still very happy in their hearts, thinking that this time the castrated dog would definitely die. As a result, they waited and waited, one day passed, two days passed, three days passed...but in the end, they received the news that the castrated dog was getting better and better. A mouthful of old blood blocked the throats of the ministers. Concept: Keep a calm mind and spend every day happily.