Chapter 1: This position of Human Emperor, I am determined to sit upon

Though it had not snowed since late autumn, the chill grew more intense with each passing day.

The world was filled with a desolate, killing air; a gust of autumn wind blew, sending withered leaves drifting across the sky, as if to pave Zhaoge in gold.

Zhaoge, the capital of the Great Shang.

Since Shang Tang defeated the Xia at the Battle of Ming Tiao, was elected Human Emperor by the alliance of three thousand feudal lords, and established the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty, twenty-seven generations had passed, spanning six hundred and thirty-seven years.

The current Human Emperor is Di Yi, and it is the twenty-seventh year of Di Yi's reign.

……

The sun had already passed its zenith, yet Zhaoge remained biting cold.

The Qi Wang Mansion.

The mansion had high walls and deep courtyards, with pavilions and towers scattered irregularly, and the palace chambers were adorned with carved railings and painted beams.

Squads of soldiers in armor and holding sharp weapons patrolled continuously along strict routes, their cold, sharp gazes scanning in all directions.

……

In a daze, Yin Qi regained consciousness, feeling only a splitting headache.

At the banquet yesterday, he had no idea how much wine he had been forced to drink.

There was no helping it; yesterday was his wedding day.

"Hmph!"

Yin Qi let out a muffled groan.

This was the hangover—his mouth was dry, his tongue parched, and his head throbbed painfully.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

He felt a soft voice calling by his ear, followed by a stream of cool, refreshing water flowing into his mouth.

Yin Qi subconsciously opened his mouth, swallowing greedily.

"My wife is truly virtuous!"

Yin Qi thought happily, slowly opening his eyes.

Then... he was stunned.

What met his eyes was not a festive wedding chamber, but an antique-style room.

Judging by the high ceiling, this room must be very large.

He hurriedly looked around, discovering he was lying on a large, white jade bed with exquisite carvings, covered by a quilt sewn from tiger skins, with four young maidservants standing by the bed.

One of them stood at the head of the bed, holding a cyan jade cup.

"Your Highness, you are awake!"

The maidservant at the head of the bed revealed a bright smile and asked softly, "The Princess Consort sent someone earlier with hangover soup; it is still warm. Would you like to drink some?"

Yin Qi nodded blankly, saying nothing more.

Being in this strange environment, the more one said, the more mistakes one made.

He even suspected he might be dreaming, so he pinched himself secretly; the intense pain made him even more alert.

This was no dream!

Where is this?

Could it be that I have transmigrated?

Seeing Yin Qi nod, the maidservant hurriedly put down the wine cup, gently helping Yin Qi lean against the head of the bed, and then another maidservant brought over the hangover soup, gently delivering it to his lips.

Although Yin Qi was not used to it, he let them serve him.

Gulp! Gulp!

In a few swallows, he finished the hangover soup.

Yin Qi suddenly felt a warm current rise in his stomach, surging rapidly through his entire body, and then his head cleared up.

There was not a trace of a headache left, and he was no longer thirsty.

He marveled secretly.

This hangover soup was truly incredible.

"The Princess Consort has arrived!"

Just then, an announcement came from outside the room.

Yin Qi looked toward the door and saw a stunning beauty in gorgeous attire walking in slowly.

This stunning beauty appeared to be in her early twenties, wearing a phoenix crown and draped in colorful robes, the whole person resembling a phoenix about to dance, exuding an air of grace and nobility.

Her eyelashes were long and fine, her brows like willow leaves.

A pair of bright, spirited eyes were like rippling autumn waves.

Her bright eyes were expressive, her lips red and teeth white.

Her features were as exquisite as if carved by a fine brush, her skin fair and delicate, like a lady who had walked out of a painting.

As their eyes met, a look of amazement flashed in Yin Qi's eyes.

Although his wife was not bad, and perhaps not much different in appearance.

But in terms of temperament, she could not compare to this woman at all, like a country girl compared to a wealthy young lady.

The stunning beauty walked quickly forward and sat slowly on the edge of the bed.

A look of heartache flashed in her eyes, and her voice was soft and pleasant as she comforted him: "Your Highness, the position of Crown Prince, let us just forget about it. Do not take the Grand Historian's words to heart; why must you torment yourself like this!"

"Position of Crown Prince, Grand Historian!"

Upon hearing these two terms, Yin Qi felt an inexplicable sense of grievance and unwillingness.

Then he felt a boom in his head, and memories surged into his mind like a floodgate opening.

"My name is Yin Qi (Weizi Qi), the eldest son of the Human Emperor Di Yi, enfeoffed as Qi Wang."

"The famous King Zhou is my third younger brother!"

"The stunning beauty before me is my Princess Consort, named Zhou Ji, the daughter of Xibo Hou Ji Chang, and we have been married for two years."

Having merged with the memories of his predecessor, Yin Qi's expression changed constantly.

He never expected that just from one bout of drunkenness, he would transmigrate to the Great Shang and become King Zhou's eldest brother, Yin Qi, also known as Weizi Qi.

If this Great Shang were just the historical Great Shang, that would be one thing.

Although the Great Shang would fall and King Zhou would burn himself to death.

But he had always lived well, and in the end, he would be enfeoffed by King Cheng of Zhou to establish the Song State in Shangqiu.

But this Great Shang was the Great Shang from "Investiture of the Gods," or rather, the Fengshen world of the Honghuang genre.

In his memory, many of the great generals in this Great Shang Celestial Dynasty were disciples of the Jie Sect, such as the famous Wen Zhong, who could fly through the heavens and escape the earth, and summon wind and rain.

The Great Shang was still able to deter the various feudal lords, and Wen Zhong deserved much of the credit.

As for his drunkenness, it involved the position of Crown Prince.

As Di Yi grew older, the position of Crown Prince was put on the agenda, and there were two popular candidates:

One was him, Yin Qi.

The other was the future King Zhou, the current Yin Shou.

He was the eldest son of Di Yi, so he naturally had the qualifications to inherit the position of Human Emperor.

But when his mother gave birth to him, she was still an ordinary consort, so he could only be considered a concubine-born son.

On the contrary, Yin Shou—although they were biological brothers, when Yin Shou was born, their biological mother had been made Empress, so legally, although Yin Shou was the third prince, he was the legitimate son.

As for the second, Weizi Yan, also known as Yin Yan.

He was neither the eldest son nor the legitimate son, so the position of Crown Prince would never fall to him.

Whether to establish the eldest or the legitimate, the civil and military officials of the court argued fiercely, and in the end, the Grand Historian and others gradually gained the upper hand, holding firmly to the Great Shang Code.

Just yesterday, there was another argument at the morning court.

The Grand Historian scolded Yin Qi in the hall, cursing him for coveting the position of Human Emperor and intending to incite internal strife within the royal family, calling him an unbenevolent and unrighteous person.

If he still cared for the country, he should take the initiative to step aside early and be a virtuous prince in the future.

Yin Qi was both angry and furious, yet speechless.

Returning home, Yin Qi became sullen and drank heavily; no matter how Zhou Ji tried to persuade him, he wouldn't listen, and in the end, he drank himself to death, ultimately benefiting him, the transmigrator.

Having fully merged with Yin Qi's memories, Yin Qi was also unwilling.

Still the same saying: if it were the historical Great Shang, this imperial throne would be better left uncontested.

But this is the Honghuang Fengshen world.

He would be able to die a natural death later, but he would only be a mortal, not even as good as King Zhou, who at least attained the Tianxi Star and could live forever, with a lifespan equal to the heavens.

Choosing between a mortal and a god, he would rather be on the Investiture of the Gods list.

"Damn it, this position of Human Emperor, I am determined to sit upon!"

Yin Qi made up his mind.

He didn't have much ambition yet, just wanting to take advantage of the Investiture to obtain a divine position, because in his memory, his aptitude was very poor; let alone cultivating immortality, even practicing martial arts had yielded no achievements.

Therefore, walking the path of the divine was his only choice for pursuing longevity.

Boom!

Just then, Yin Qi felt a boom in his mind.

He sank his consciousness deep into his mind and saw a vast, ancient, and weathered altar standing in the endless void.

This altar was chaotic in color and had nine levels.

At the same time, floating above this altar was a purple-gold aura about a zhang high.

…………

Already signed, feel free to add to your library!

Seeking collections and recommendations!

Stating again, this is the Honghuang Fengshen world, not the original work.

The power level of the original work is too low, and it's a bit messy; after reading it, one is left dazed.

For example, Kong Xuan, who dared to take action against Zunti Daoren in the original work, could be hit in the face by Deng Chanyu with a five-colored stone, and could also be slashed on the left shoulder by Princess Longji with a Luanfei Sword; it simply couldn't be more pathetic.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 2 =====