The Emperor Wanted to Kill Me When I Was Still in My Mother's Womb.

Xie Yan, in his previous life, was an ace strategic consultant who had conquered all the invincible players in the world. When he opened his eyes, he became the prince in his mother's womb. I thought I could lie down and gnaw on old age, experiencing the joy of a top-notch reincarnation, but I found out that my young and beautiful mother-in-law was a silly girl, and the decisive and decisive emperor father looked at me, and it was clear in his eyes that "this kid can't be kept". After several months of secret observation, Xie Yan came to a conclusion that left him speechless and choked: This emperor was most likely reborn. In the previous life, they were father and son, but in this life, they were in a deadlock. There are safflowers hidden in the supplements sent by the father, the gravel paths in the royal garden lurk murderous intent, and even the midwives assigned bring KPIs with them. Xie Yan touched his head, which was no bigger than a fist, and felt deeply that he had a heavy responsibility: If he couldn't beat him physically, he would have to fight mentally. The fetal movement is the signal, and the heartbeat is the signal. He used Morse code to send "I know your secret" to his father, scaring the emperor so much that he read history books all night long; he used prenatal care rhythms to teach his mother and concubine to pretend to be sick to avoid being favored, and successfully evaded three plots; at the moment of his birth, he stirred up the harem with a cry and earned himself his first breath. He thought he would be safe after surviving the birth, but he discovered that the emperor's father was really capable of rolling. When he was involved in court affairs, Xie Yan was involved in the art of war in his cradle; when he was involved in political intrigue, Xie Yan exposed his plans in the imperial study room with "Tong Yan Wuji"; when he was involved in the education of the prince, Xie Yan directly opened the forum to recruit disciples, and made the court elites doubt their lives. A father-son game that spans twenty years begins.