I dressed as Zhao Kuangyin.
No, to be precise, I am wearing Zhao Kuangyin's shell, and my mind is Zhao Kuangyi, a liberal arts student with high school history textbooks.
Facing the whole palace of civil and military ministers who bowed their heads, I was still in a daze.
Until I heard someone shouting: "Your Majesty, Chai Rong's son is still young and may not be able to take on a big responsibility!"
Wait—Chai Rong? Isn't that Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty?
But I am obviously the Song Taizu who rebelled against Chen Qiao and wore a yellow robe. How come Chai Rong is still alive?
When I opened the history books, I was dumbfounded: the history of this world, starting from me, is all blank paper.
