Jun Moxie, sixteen years of age, the sole direct descendant of the Jun family in the Tianxiang Empire's younger generation!
A supreme dandy, utterly idle, averse to labor, a parasitic pest who consumed resources without contributing anything!
In short, a quintessential leech whose very existence seemed valueless!
This was the basic profile of the new identity Jun Xie had transmigrated into.
[] No wonder I managed to possess you.
My alias was Xie Jun, which means 'Evil Lord,' and you are Moxie; isn't that a natural clash?
You didn't deserve any pity.
Briefly reviewing the past misdeeds of this Young Master Jun in his mind, Jun Xie sighed.
If this kind of scum had existed in his previous life, he would undoubtedly have been a target for assassination.
Of all the bodies he could have landed in, he had to inhabit such a garbage person; this must be the work of fate.
He often heard people talk about Buddhist karma—killing too many pigs in this life results in being reborn as one in the next.
That saying seemed quite accurate, considering how many dissolute young masters he had eliminated in his former life!
The dandy's grandfather, Jun Zhantian, was the Empire’s Grand Duke of Blood Orchid, the military's foremost figure of real authority.
His father, Jun Wuhui, had been a great general who fell on the battlefield ten years prior, and his mother had died of melancholy nine years ago.
Both his elder brothers, Jun Moyou and Jun Mochou, had perished heroically in a great battle three years past!
There was also an uncle, Jun Wuyi, who sustained grievous injuries in that same battle ten years ago.
Though he survived, he was paralyzed from the waist down...
Such a large family, truly steeped in loyalty and valor, yet now it stood on the brink of extinction!
Only Jun Moxie remained as the last scion, and now he was possessed by Jun Xie.
Fortunately, the body was still of the Jun lineage; if Jun Xie had sons in the future, they would theoretically still carry the Jun blood, which could be considered a small grace from heaven for the Jun family...
Since Heaven wills it, and seeing as we share the surname Jun, this great assassin will condescend to live this life for you.
Jun Xie grinned, shrugging.
Truthfully, I didn't want to.
This battered shell, this rotten reputation—how much scorn will I have to endure!
(Voiceover: The dispersed soul of Jun Moxie cries out in righteous indignation: I wanted it even less!
You shameless bastard, profiting and then pretending to be reluctant...) He pushed open the room door and stepped out into the full glare of the sun.
He stood gazing into the brilliant light for a moment, then sighed.
The sun is still the same sun, but I am no longer myself.
Jun Moxie is definitely not Jun Xie!
But my heart is still the heart of Xie Jun!
What does another world matter?!
Two serving women stood by the entrance, bowing low.
"Greetings, Young Master." Jun Xie nodded lightly, looking toward four other serving women busy elsewhere nearby.
He glanced at those beside him and couldn't help shaking his head.
Look at the servants around him.
Other young masters are attended by dazzling beauties, but his attendants are all middle-aged aunties.
The only touch of youth is a girl barely eleven or twelve.
He vaguely recalled that these arrangements were likely made by his formidable grandfather.
These servants shared one characteristic: they were exceptionally healthy and robust; looking at their