I, a veteran salted fish from time travel, just want to lie in the cold palace until the end of the world. Unexpectedly, in a bloodbath of imperial power, the dragon chair fell on my head. The ministers shouted long live, but I just wanted to ask: Is it too late to resign now? Especially next to him was the regent and uncle who had great power and had a look that could freeze people to death. The way he looked at me was full of disdain. Just what I wanted! Memorial? Uncle Huang approves! Affairs of state? The emperor's uncle decides! I held high the banner of "governing by doing nothing" and felt confident. He was so angry that he rolled his sleeves: "Your Majesty, I am not a nanny!" I handed the tea sincerely: "The one who can do it will do more, uncle! I promise not to cause trouble!" A secret attack in the court? He blocks. Conspiracy? He broke. I thought of myself as my mascot until I discovered that he broke into my bedroom late at night with a complicated and dangerous look in his eyes... This dragon chair only burned my buttocks, why did he also... Burn the regent? Something was wrong?
