I Told You I'm a Rebel

On their wedding night, Mo Qianjun, the rebel leader dressed in bridal red, pointed at the empress, who was dressed just like her, and demanded of Ji Yunchen, "Is this how you rebel?" "Sect Master, from now on we're all one family. No need to stand on ceremony." "Think about it: I'm a rebel, and if my child with the empress inherits the throne, won't our cause succeed?" Watching the group nearly come to blows, Ji Yunchen remembered himself when he had first come down from the mountain. Back then, he had been full of confidence, convinced he was a Dragon King reborn, destined to stir up the martial world, forge alliances, overthrow Daqian's tyranny, and restore the glory of Daxia. Then he was arrested by the authorities as soon as he came down the mountain. In his prison cell, Ji Yunchen began to comprehend the Dao: Daqian was on the rise, its national strength flourishing. A rebellion was practically impossible. To accomplish his great cause, he couldn't face the enemy head-on. He had to find another way. First, he needed to cling to the female prince's coattails and use her as a way to infiltrate the enemy. Next, he had to get on the good side of the female God of Wealth. She had money, and a rebellion couldn't happen without it. The female martial heroine? A guarantee of military might, sure to be useful in the future. The academy's female teacher? The brains of the operation, so she had to stay by his side. ... Everything he did should have been in service of rebellion. How had things ended up like this?