My name is Tang Mo, and my mother gave me the name. She hopes that I will remain silent for the rest of my life. But I have always been stubborn about my life, and it was not until I was dragged into the palace by a team of cavalry that I realized what it meant to be really unlucky - just because I had the same face as the deposed prince, I was stuffed into the deepest "spare tire plan" of the imperial power.
To put it in layman's terms: The deposed prince is not dead, I am the one who was stabbed for him, a spare tire who can be pushed out to die at any time. The old emperor wanted to use me to fish out the deposed prince's old subordinates, the princes wanted to step on me and ascend to the throne, and even the geese raised in the palace wanted to peck me twice. I was grinning, but I wanted to curse in my heart - and then I actually cursed, and actually exploded a [Yin Yang Strange Qi System]: "Every time the host uses a sentence to make people stomp their feet, they can gain yin and yang points, which can be exchanged for skills, weapons, identity, and lifespan."
From then on, I scolded the eunuchs and rose from the lowest level of the pawn to a celebrity in the imperial court; I criticized the vassal king and became the commander-in-chief of the northern region from the spare tire in the capital; when I denounced the old emperor, the energy of yin and yang shot straight into the sky, alarming the Immortal Emperor in the sky. The old emperor slapped the dragon chair and roared: He is a spare tire, but he really thinks he is a prince?
I squatted in front of his grave and grinned: becoming a regular official and ascending the throne are the same thing.
What about the spare tire? As long as my mouth is tough enough and my heart is warm enough, even the gods of all realms will have to make way for me.
