Eastern Jin: I Won’t Be a Scholar

My name is Wang Ke. I transmigrated into the legitimate son of the Langya Wang clan.

The clan elders think I am out of step with the mainstream and lack a firm position, while my half-brother is doing everything he can to seize my place.

They say my heart belongs to Huan Wen, and that I’m dreaming an unrealistic dream of northern expeditions.

I flip over the letter accusing me of colluding with the enemy and point to the ink stain on the back: “A hand that can pull a three-stone bow can’t write such soft, feeble characters.”

Then I use all my assets to exchange for a chance to go to Jingkou—there are refugees there, the old subordinates of the Xi family, and the Northern Mansion Army that has not yet taken shape.

Since the men of this era only talk about metaphysics and like to posture at the right moment, then let them talk and wait.

I will draw my sword and head north myself.