The Game Became Reality, and I Was Written into History Textbooks

In the ninth year of the Wude era, Li Shimin had only just seized the throne and had yet to secure his position. He looked at the more than one hundred thousand Turkic troops outside Chang'an.

Then he looked at the fewer than twenty thousand soldiers inside the city and the nearly empty national treasury.

He couldn't help pulling a piece of paper from his robes: “Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Guild. Membership fee: 998! Join up and I'll carry you to victory!”

“Unbelievable! This tiny little game actually has rich, die-hard fans?!”

Qin Yang couldn't help but grin when he received his gaming rewards.

He'd downloaded a mobile game on a whim to pass the time. He'd created a guild purely for the rewards, so he might as well set the membership fee sky-high.

Who knew rich players would actually ask to join, and more than one of them at that!

They were all just so hopelessly chuuni. Calling themselves names like Ying Zheng and Li Shimin was one thing, but they kept asking historical questions as if they were those emperors! They were really into playing emperor! If they weren't so generous with their money, would he even bother playing with them?

But just when he thought he'd merely stumbled into a windfall, he discovered that he'd been written into the history textbooks...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.