I, Li Yao, was the founding king of the Dacheng Dynasty. I have been in power for thirty years and have pacified the world with my words. When I woke up, the dragon bed became soft, the yellow robe became a hospital gown, and the palace attendants around me turned into men and women in white who were whistling. They say that my Dacheng has been dead for eight hundred years and now is the "new century". They also said that I was mentally unstable and suffering from delusions. How unreasonable! Good news: My dragon energy... No, my personal charm is still there. With this face that has been praised by history books as "the appearance of a man of heaven" and the imperial manners that I have practiced since childhood, I was spotted by a guy who called himself a "talent scout" and said that he wanted to make me a big star. Bad news: Celebrities are not officials, let alone emperors. You have to be managed by a guy called an "agent", bound by a thing called a "contract", and you have to fake a smile in front of a magic weapon called a "lens". The most outrageous thing is that all the people in the world... Now called "fans" can actually comment on me, and even nickname me "Faint King"? ! Li Yao: "How presumptuous! Come here, drag me out and kill him..." The manager covered his mouth: "Ancestor! My Majesty! This is a persona, a nickname, to show that you are domineering and friendly to the people!" Li Yao: "?" So, in order to survive in this (understanding) era and accumulate strength, Li Yao was forced to start a business career. During the filming, the director asked him to play a down-and-out prince, and he was so powerful that he scared the actor who played the emperor to the point where he knelt down and called him "Father." Director: "... Stuck! Your acting is so real! Hold it back a little! Hold it back a little!" When he was on a variety show, the host asked him to show off his talent.
