In the Thirteenth Year of Tianbao, I Decide to Strike First and Kill

After living to the age of eighty-seven and dying peacefully in his sleep, he opens his eyes and finds himself in the body of seventy-year-old Li Longji.

An Lushan is kneeling before him, weeping. “I fear I may not live to see another day.”

When Yang Yehua read history books in his previous life, he already knew this fat man would rebel as soon as he got home.

Yang Yehua looks down at him.

“Drag him away and behead him.”