I Have Been a War Slave in Troubled Times, and I Have Become an Uncrowned King.

The disciples of high-ranking cadres in the past life are no longer as good as wild dogs at the feet of powerful people in this life. They have no system and no magic weapons from heaven. In this meat grinder of "high-quality and unhindered families", the embroidered soles of the Cui family's noble girls are stuck with the bones of slaves, and a joke from the powerful can bury thousands of people alive. The modern knowledge he was proud of was exchanged for a whip soaked in salt water from the nobles. Faced with the only option of death, Chen Cheng swallowed the mud mixed with blood and chose the darkest path: Gou. He tempered modern machinations and psychology into a poisonous blade and hid it in the meanest kowtow. This is twenty-seven years. He endured the Northern Zhou Dynasty and destroyed the Qi Dynasty, and endured the death of Emperor Wu of the Zhou Dynasty. Seeing the woman he loved being driven to a dead end by the rules of the family, he gritted his teeth until he broke it in his mouth, but he still smiled in front of the powerful and was more submissive than anyone else. Until the fourth year of Renshou, in the deep palace of the Sui Dynasty, the powerful Guanlong clan nobles in the past knelt and trembled outside the palace. And the former war slave was standing in front of the dragon couch, looking coldly at Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty who was panting violently, and calmly handed a bowl of poison to the prince Yang Guang. "Go away, Your Majesty. I will bury this cannibal family member for you."