Introduction to the work
Zhou Yan, a graduate student in the Department of History, died suddenly after staying up late and transformed into the good-for-nothing Ninth Prince who was taken to Caishikou. Before the sword fell, he managed to survive by fabricating a secret letter - and by the way, he frightened the Minister of Civil Service who framed him so much that he couldn't sleep well for three days.
I wanted to lie down, but the situation didn't allow it. The prince in the court stared at him, the second prince looked down on him, and the fourth prince smiled and waited to close the net. He could only play the role of the most dandy in the capital, capable of peeing his pants and crying, while secretly studying how to improve chamber pots, how to open a chain of milk tea shops, and how to conquer the son of the commander of the imperial guards with a meal of braised pork.
Others engage in Machiavellian tactics: conspiracies, assassinations, and bloodshed.
He engages in Machiavellian tactics: eat first. After eating, I took the throne.
No more pretending. Showdown. A salted fish who just wanted to open a restaurant was forced to become the emperor.
I originally put my heart towards Mingyue, but Mingyue asked me to work overtime.
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