Twenty Years Confined to the Imperial City, Now I Sweep the World

I feel really frustrated after reading this novel of yours. You are so powerful that you killed the prince and the queen directly. How can there be so much nonsense?

Is this book useless since the beginning of Chapter 78? How can we coexist peacefully in the same room when we are all at odds with each other? Is it even more nonsense to call him father and emperor later? There is no such mentality between them. It's good if it doesn't start fighting! I wonder if someone has been replaced? All the macro-level control from before is gone?

It's too Buddhist, I don't like it. It feels like the protagonist is either being framed or being framed. There was no thought of resistance at all.

**Author, what the hell is this? You're totally wrong. I seriously doubt you're here to trick Fei Lu into ordering something.

What's written at the back doesn't match up with what's written before. It seems like it was written by two people.

What new gadgets will be updated later? They are totally wrong.

The donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth, it's a piece of shit

You're lying to me, you're lying to me

After Chapter 82, I couldn't get along anymore, and my style of painting suddenly changed.

The writing is messy. You are sick.