The Best in the World Starts from Pretending to Be Stupid

Zhu Houzhao died once. On the dragon chair, the Iron Courage God Hou Zhuwu pierced his chest with a palm. Duan Tianya remonstrated with blood, Guihai cut off his arm with a knife, Cheng Shifei was trampled under his feet, Jin Yiwei Shen Qingci fell at the door of the palace, and did not close his eyes until his death. Then he woke up. In the eighteenth year of Hongzhi's reign, the late emperor had just passed away. He was fourteen years old, and before the official arrival, Cao Zhengchun was about to force him to abdicate. In this life, he could see it - the malice above everyone's head condensed into a halo of different colors. Cao Zhengchun is deep purple, Zhu Lu is pure black. As for the cold-faced female Jin Yiwei holding an embroidered spring knife next to him, the halo above her head was silver-white, and she was so clean that she didn't look like someone from this world. What's even weirder is that when she gets close, the seed in his chest that comes from nowhere will get hot. In his previous life, he didn't know what it was until his death. In this life, he decided to find out. But before that—he had to pretend to be a fool. After all, the road to becoming the best in the world starts with pretending to be stupid. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.