O jovem mestre é uma armadilha!

"I've had enough!"

Inside the battered ship cabin, Jiang Li slammed his fist hard against the floor.

"You've enjoyed everything there was to enjoy, and just when you were about to die, you dragged me into this mess. If you're going to hand over the reins, at least do it properly!"

As he spoke, Jiang Li glanced down at his tattered clothes, barely holding together, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

From his memories, the original owner had quite an impressive background: son of Jiang Tian, the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Qian Empire. Since birth, he'd lived a life where everything was handed to him on a silver platter.

But fate was unkind. Jiang Tian had just recently passed away from illness. That alone would have been manageable, but the real problem was that Jiang Tian had commanded three hundred thousand troops, which made the Empress wary.

To prevent the original owner from forming alliances with his father's former subordinates, the Empress simply conferred upon him the governorship of an overseas prefecture, bestowing him the title of Prefect.

The original owner, naive as he was, believed her. He happily set out with a hundred or so guards and maids to take up his new post.

But the poor child was weak and unlucky—a storm struck, and he was sent straight to the underworld to meet his father.

Now, although the ship had reached Qiong Prefecture, the storm had forced it aground in wild, deserted mountains, far from the planned destination.

Jiang