When he woke up, Shen Yan found that he had become the most insignificant person in Wu Zetian's palace.
In the past, there were the Zhang brothers who were arrogant because of their favor, and in the later days, the courtiers called him a monstrous man who brought harm to the country, and there was a female emperor above her head who stared at him every day with eyes that could kill—
"Your Majesty, I... I only know how to beat my legs." He handed over the ointment tremblingly, mentally reading "The Biography of Wu Zetian" that he had read before traveling through time.
Wu Zetian twirled the beads and raised her eyes slightly: "Oh? Let's give it a try."
No one knows that this seemingly gentle face holds the entire history of the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty in his head.
He had to dodge the swords of ruthless officials, guard against the poisons of his clan members, and secretly make small moves under the empress's uncertain gaze——
For example, he reminded Mr. Di to "be careful with your ministers", or suggested to His Majesty that "the price of food in Luoyang should be adjusted", or... At a palace banquet, Wu Sansi's wine glass was accidentally replaced with vinegar.
Shen Yan just wanted to escape before the Anshi Rebellion, but he didn't expect:
Late one night, the empress took off her dragon robe and traced her fingertips across his neck. Her tone was ambiguous and dangerous: "Shen Yan, what is in your head?"
He shrank his neck and decided to continue to act cowardly: "Pretend... To pretend to be completely sincere to His Majesty?"
