In my last life, I died in frustration.
The imperial brother who supported me in power turned around and gave me poisonous wine, calling me a useless dandy and a waste.
Before I was reborn and took back my direct descendants, I smiled.
Okay, dude, right? Waste, right?
While I was living and drinking, I emptied the prince's money.
While fighting cocks and lackeys, he sent his henchmen to jail.
Until the night of the palace coup, I carried a long sword dripping with blood, walked through the mess in the palace, and squatted in front of the limp prince.
"Brother Imperial, look..."
"I'm such a dandy, can I still act like this?"
