I, the God of War of Dayan, Xie Changying, the loyal King of Zhenbei, dedicated my life to the country, but in the end I ended up with a "good end" of being executed and treasonous. When I opened my eyes again, I didn't drink Meng Po soup. Instead, I became Qin Shu, the notorious playboy in the capital. Good news: I'm alive. Bad news: The young marquis is frail and notorious, and his legs were just broken for teasing a young man. Even worse news: My political enemy who hates me to the core and has been fighting for ten years, the then Chief Minister Lu Shiqing, is the relative of this young Marquis! Uncle! Uncle! Looking at Lu Shiqing in front of the bed with a cold face and "Why aren't you dead yet" in his eyes, I only have one thought in my mind: God will reincarnate, no one will be spared! In order to survive, and to find out the truth behind the mass murders that year, I had to put away my pride as the god of war, hug my enemy's thigh with tears in my eyes, and start the showman-possessed mode of pretending to be good and coquettish. "Uncle, I was wrong. I never dare to do it again." QAQ "Uncle, people outside are bullying me and calling me waste." T^T "Uncle, it's cold, please remember to wear more clothes." (Sincere eyes. Jpg) Lu Shiqing's eyes went from "trouble" to "disgust" to "suspicious" and "exploration". He didn't know that the little crybaby holding his clothes during the day would sneak into the dark night and use the most primitive methods to piece together the huge conspiracy that framed the Xie family bit by bit. However, as I got closer and closer to the truth, I discovered that this cold-faced chief assistant did not seem to be who I thought he was. The Xie Jiajun map he hid in his study,
