“Jiang Lin, emperor of the people, a man of extraordinary talent and vision, unified the realm...”
Jiang Lin nodded in satisfaction at the historian’s account.
“What I just read was the unofficial history. Now for the official version: A hostage kept by his wife, living off women, and entirely dependent on fairies. This section records the facts as they are, without changing a single word.”
“That’s slander! This is slander!”
The words rose to Jiang Lin’s lips, then he swallowed them back.
It wasn’t exactly inaccurate. It even praised his looks.
Besides, if there was no official history, the unofficial version would be all over the place.
But Jiang Lin was overthinking it.
The official history didn’t matter. The unofficial stories were bound to come sooner or later.
“The Sword Immortal and His Goofy Master”
“The Domineering Empress Forces Her Love on Me: Where Are You Running, Strategist?”
“The Buddha’s Holy Son and the Gu Clan’s Holy Maiden: Their Untold Story”
The serials kept coming.
The scariest part was that all those fairies seemed to be coming after him.
