When Shen Lengyue opened her eyes again, she became Shen Lengyue, the eldest princess of the Kingdom of Wei. The system welcomed her with a smooth male voice at dawn: "Your mission is to train the tyrant Shen Yuanqi to ascend the throne, and then die at his hands."
Shen Yuanqi, nine years old. He huddled up in a ball in the cold palace and was beaten by the eunuchs, holding half a rotten bun in his arms. Shen Lengyue reached out to save him, but he opened his mouth and bit back. This child who was briefly loved and lost by Xian Fei had long since distrusted anyone.
She taught him reading and literacy, taught him Machiavellian strategy, hid him in the Imperial Academy, made him learn literature and martial arts, and gradually polished him into the sharpest sword in the Wei Dynasty. But Shen Lengyue didn't forget - she had to die by this knife before she could go home.
She paved the way forward for him, and he guarded his back for her. She told him: You will become a benevolent king. He answered in his heart: I only want to be the sharpest knife in His Highness's hand.
The system is waiting for the day when the task is resolved, and no one knows its true purpose. Shen Lengyue returned to the real world, leaving Shen Yuanqi alone to grieve in the book.
Chase her to the present day and kill her. Chase her to the present day and protect her. The tyrant she raised with her own hands came from across two worlds.
It turned out that some of the debts had been repaid from the moment Leng Gong Xueye reached out her hand.
