There was an Emperor whose luck was so good it made people question life.
From childhood to adulthood, his luck was extraordinarily good.
When he was still a Prince, the Princes fought tooth and nail for the throne. And him? He was just focused on eating and drinking. Whatever he fancied, he'd indulge himself first, then remember, oh right, there's his father, the Emperor, in the Imperial Palace. He was stuffed anyway, so he'd send some to his Emperor father. After he sent it, he didn't care for the Emperor's feedback, he just kept on eating and sending more.
After the Eldest Prince was made Crown Prince, his brothers all schemed to bring him down. Every day was filled with plots and conspiracies.
At that time, all he cared about was food.
