Crazy, Right? My Emperor-Father Had Me—And I Surpassed All the Crown Princes in Hard Work

Good news: my father is the emperor, and I am a prince.

Bad news: my imperial father is a mad beauty, a master of power games, and his possessiveness is pathological to the extreme — “Tianbao, your life was given by me. Your ambition can only be indulged by me.”

Even better news: in my previous life, I died from overworking myself into a chemistry PhD. Carrying all the knowledge in my head, I transmigrated here with only one goal this life: work my way onto the dragon throne and seize control of heaven and earth!

He is the mad emperor among emperors, turning the weather with a flip of the hand and the sea with another, yet he insists on watching me struggle inside the whirlpool of power struggles.

I am an ambition-hiding schemer. At three, I recognized poison and broke a deadlock; at ten, I entered politics and secured a foothold; at eighteen, I took command of troops and power, planning step by step only to reach the summit.

Faced with his tests and control, I smile and kneel: “Your son will certainly not disappoint Father Emperor’s expectations.”

But in my heart, a wildfire has already been lit: I want this empire, I want that supreme authority even more! Once I stand at the peak, I will let him know who the true holder of power is!

Later, the histories recorded: Emperor Chengtian Li Tianbao was born with purple qi from the east, received the abdication throne at twenty-five, and founded a prosperous dynasty.

Wild histories, however, spread madly: over twenty years, he and the Holy Ancestor Martial Emperor, father and son, pulled each other to the limit — both ruler and minister, both allies and rivals, a power struggle between a mad emperor and an ambitious prince that ultimately became an unsolved mystery through the ages.

I lightly touched the dragon throne...