The system binding was successful, but Shen Yu was dressed as the lowest flag of Jinyiwei.
I wanted to keep a low profile and save my life, but the system issued a death mission every day: "Slap the commander and reward ten years of skill!"
He gritted his teeth and finished, but was caught by the conductor excitedly: "My dear nephew, where did you learn this technique?"
What's even more outrageous is that every time he tried to commit suicide, he got a promotion, and everyone in the world speculated on how strong his backstage was.
Until one day, the system released the ultimate mission: "Sit in Fusi, North Town, and proclaim yourself the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard."
Shen Yugang timidly sat on the big tiger-skin chair. The jade chariot stopped outside the door. The emperor stepped down with a smile: "My beloved, should I give up my seat to you?"
