Jinyiwei: Your Majesty, This World Shouldn't Be Like This!

Shen Yi opened his eyes and found that he had become the biggest laughing stock in the capital - Shen Lang, the grandson of Uncle Ning Yuan, died on the bed of a Jiaofangsi woman, and the whole city knew about it. The soul of a man from science and engineering in the 21st century is matched with this disgraced body. Just as I was about to scold my mother, a cold voice sounded in my mind: [The system of punishing rape and eradicating evil is activated, and a novice gift pack is issued: Thirty years of skill] The next second, a wave of heat penetrated his limbs and bones. Shen Yi, who died once, understood a truth: in this world, the truth is to use hard fists. He went from being the laughing stock in Nancheng, to being the youngest Qianhu in Fusi in Beizhen, to being in command, to having power over the entire government. Some of the people who laughed at him back then are dead, some are kneeling, and some are in prison. On the day the new king ascended the throne, all civil and military officials in the court knelt on the ground. Shen Yi walked to the dragon chair, looked down at the young man who was trembling with fear, and smiled softly. He bent down and leaned into Xinjun's ear: "Your Majesty, this world... Shouldn't be like this!"