In his previous life, Jiang Zhao had been honest all his life.
Taking the blame, being squeezed out, and being used as a stepping stone for others, at the end of the day, the person I trusted the most personally sent me to a dead end.
Once he was reborn, back to the 22-year-old who had just entered the officialdom, he only wanted to know one thing -
In this life, he won't take anyone's blame.
He didn't miss any official that deserved promotion; he didn't miss any face that deserved a slap; no one could touch the mountains and rivers that cost him half of his life without protecting him this time.
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Stop writing about modern officialdom, and go write ancient Machiavellian novels.
Stop writing about modern officialdom, and go write ancient Machiavellian novels.