Rebirth and Seizing the Progeny: Master Qing Leng No Longer Wants a Scumbag

Jiang Wanzhao worked hard for seven years to promote a mediocre prince to the position of crown prince. What he got in exchange was a cup of poisonous wine, a copy of the imperial edict to kill the nine clans, and the prince's back turning around to tell the order of the memorial tomorrow morning. He didn't even get a spare look. The Tianlao fire burned out "Taifu Jiang Wanzhao". When he opened his eyes again, he had a different face, kneeling under the sword of Wei's coldest seventh prince. Li Changyuan - a mad dog crawling out of the cold palace, bloodthirsty and violent, all the civil and military officials in the court trembled when they mentioned his name. With the knife on his neck, Jiang Wanzhao did not beg for mercy. Instead, he smiled and pointed out the location where he hid his troops, the warehouse where the gunpowder was damp, and the secret corruption account that had been investigated for two years but had not been found. "Your Highness lends me the murder knife, and I promise His Highness thousands of miles of land." —————— At this time, the prince finally noticed - how come the features of that amazingly talented "Mr. Jiang" looked more and more like Bai Yueguang, whom he himself had given death to? What a pity. Bai Yueguang was wrapped in a white fox fur, holding hot tea, and unhurriedly put pieces of his predecessor's empire into his pocket. The prince cried and asked, "Do you have any heart?" Jiang Wanzhao looked indifferent: "For you, no." Behind him, a man in blood armor stepped on the threshold of the Golden Palace, and his bleeding hands tightly held his cold fingertips——