After traveling through time and becoming a puppet emperor who could "die" of illness at any time, Li Chengyun's only reliance was the system that could summon the Chinese heroic souls.
But for the first summons, it was Zhang Liang who came.
The sage counselor stood aside and said, "Your Majesty, first prove that you are worthy of living."
Above the court, the powerful ministers controlled the affairs of the state; in the harem, the poisonous concubine monitored day and night; the vassal king prepared his troops and horses, only waiting for the sudden death of his young master.
Li Chengyun looked at Zhang Liang who was watching coldly beside him, the prime minister in the court who was smiling but hiding his sword, and the piles of "memorials to persuade people to enter" on the dragon case——
He burned the first imperial edict.
"Since I'm going to die, we might as well see whether your swords are faster, or whether the talents I invited from the long history are more capable."
From then on, history was rewritten in another world:
Huo Qubing led 3,000 star riders and traversed the demon kingdom for 30,000 miles.
Shang Yang made reforms and turned his laws into swords to cut off the sect's privileges.
Wu Zetian lowered the curtain and chuckled: "Your Majesty, why can't women sit in this court?"
When Li Chengyun finally sat in the Lingxiao Palace, the stars behind him were bright - Bai Qi, the First Emperor, Zhuge, Taizong...
He looked down at the gods and demons:
"In this world, books and cars share the same track."
"Those who don't follow -"
"History will bury you."
