Yanjing City, Wangfujing Street, No. 19, Scylla Lane.
After the outbreak of the Southern Revolution, Yuan Shikai was appointed as the Prime Minister of the cabinet. The Northern Warlords took control of the country's military and political power for a time. Yuan Shikai was even more powerful, becoming a living Cao Chao.
It was the middle of winter, and it was snowing heavily. All the maids and servants in the Yuan Residence shrunk their necks and hid in the warm rooms. There was almost no living person in the huge courtyard.
In the backyard, in a quiet little courtyard.
In the bedroom, on a large bed carved with flowers, a handsome and refined young man was sweating profusely. He was babbling nonsense that no one in this era could understand.
Suddenly, the young man sat up from the bed.
"Uh, where is this?"
The young man looked at the furnishings around him and was confused.
This young man was Yuan Baocheng, an artillery staff officer of a group army. During an artillery exercise, he was accidentally injured by his own artillery shells.
"Ah! Second Young Master is awake! Second Young Mistress, Second Young Master is awake!”A crisp and sharp voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
Yuan Baocheng felt like his eardrums were about to burst.
Then, he saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with braids and wearing a cotton coat rush out.
"What's going on? Shouldn't I be in the hospital? Where was this place? Are you filming a TV series?" Yuan Baocheng looked at the antique furniture around him and felt a headache.
"Son! You've finally woken up. Bodhisattva bless you!”
"That's right! I told you, Bao Cen will be fine!”
A large group of people rushed into the house, their faces filled with joy, especially a young woman who was crying so hard that it was like a pear blossom covered in rain.
"Are you really filming a TV series? Who are you?"
"Son? Don't you recognize us?"
"Oh my god! What kind of sin did he commit!"
The two middle-aged women immediately burst into tears. The young woman's tears fell like rain.
Yuan Baocheng felt as if a large amount of things had been forcefully poured into his head, and he fainted.
The room was in chaos again.
After a while, Yuan Baocheng slowly woke up.
However, the shock in his eyes could not be concealed.
The transmigration in web novels actually happened to him. He suddenly felt like he had been hit by a pie.
In other words, the artillery staff officer in his previous life, Yuan Baocheng, was already dead. The current him was called Yuan Baocen. Although the names were similar, the words were completely different.
What was worse was that his identity in this life was very prominent!
That was because he had an extremely awesome father.
His current father was the famous Yuan Shikai. The first president of the Republic of China, and he even became the emperor for 83 days. In the thousands of years of history of China, this was definitely the only one.
After Yuan Baocen understood all of this, he was absolutely delighted.
In his previous life, he had been in the army ever since he graduated from military school. However, he had no connections, no background, no money, no power. He was only a major in his early thirties.
In this life, with such a good background and platform, no matter what, he wouldn't be worse off than in his previous life, right?
Fortunately, it was already January 1912. According to the development of history, Yuan Shikai did not have many years left to live.
The entire Yuan Family was supported by Yuan Shikai. Once Yuan Shikai died, the Yuan family would immediately scatter. Of Yuan Shikai's many children, not many could have a good ending.
Especially Yuan Baocen, who was originally a graceful and elegant young master. He was known as one of the four young masters of the Republic of China and was also the leader of the Qing Gang in Jin Wei. However, he was still poor and destitute. After his death, he did not even have the money for his funeral. There was not even a single dignitary to send him off. However, the funeral procession made up of thousands of prostitutes made future generations laugh and laugh for decades.
"No, I definitely can't be so cowardly in this life!”
Yuan Baocen couldn't help but shiver when he thought about his future.
"It seems that all these useless things like zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs have to be thrown aside. In the future, he had to think of a way to control the military. Otherwise, he would not even have the capital to survive in this chaotic world!”
Yuan Baocen quickly made up his mind and was ready to give up literature for martial arts.
Didn't his father, Yuan Shikai, walk this path? Perhaps, he could also walk down this path. Not to mention the lofty ideal of revitalizing China, it should not be a problem for him to protect his life of glory and wealth.
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