I traveled through time and became the king of a subjugated country. The whole dynasty wanted me to die.
But I can see the destiny - the red one will be the general, the purple one will be the prime minister, and the orange one will open the sea ban.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty praised me for knowing people well and being a wise king through the ages.
Only I know, I just cheated.
Until that day, I saw in the mirror that there was a black thread wrapped around the imperial aura.
Then I remembered that there is a price to pay for changing the fate of others.
But I don't regret it.
When it comes to pursuing a career, how can there be no pain?
