The Sky Screen Livestreams My Rebellion to Emperor Wu of Han

After experiencing life and death, Liu Yao was reborn in this life as Emperor Wu of Han's youngest daughter, Princess Yi'an. Her mother died in childbirth, and her maternal family had no status. In Weiyang Palace, she was an unfavored nobody, living a quiet, unnoticed life.

Liu Yao thought it was pretty nice. As a princess, she had everything she needed, so she could lie flat and live like a lazy fish for the rest of her life.

At the age of ten, she went to a palace banquet as usual, blending in with the era's leading figures as mere decoration. Amid the clinking of cups, she sat in a corner and watched Wei Qing from afar. His temples had begun to turn white, yet Liu Che insisted on holding his hand and seating him at his side. The ruler and his subject drank together, laughing and chatting happily.

Not long after the banquet began, a sky screen suddenly appeared above them, blazing with golden light and resounding across the land. The luminous screen stretched across the heavens and announced that it would recount the rise of the greatest emperor of the Han Dynasty: Liu Xi, Emperor Zhao of Han.

Emperor Wu of Han was stunned. What? The greatest emperor of the Han Dynasty wasn't him?

Then the sky screen said something that left everyone aghast, dropping to their knees.

[Although she was Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che's daughter, she killed her husband and brother and forced her father from the throne. Still, these minor flaws were nothing compared to her achievements.]

The ministers at the banquet were so terrified they stopped breathing. Liu Yao listened as the sky screen recounted history she knew nothing about.

She looked at the scowling Emperor Wu on the screen, then at her elder brother the Crown Prince seated high before her, and finally at herself, the only variable.

Heaven wants me dead...

Sure enough, the sky screen exposed her secret identity as soon as it started. The ministers' horrified gazes and her father's heavy stare all bore down on her.

It was still bragging about how she had kept a low profile in the early days. How was she supposed to survive long enough to keep a low profile in the first episode?

She tried to awaken her father's love with her most innocent, wide-eyed look.

Liu Che laughed in anger. His daughter had this kind of ability? He wanted to hear just how she dared to rebel!

Then the sky screen said he had suffered from swine fever in his old age. Slander! How dare this demon slander the Son of Heaven!

Liu Che was furious, his hand already resting on his sword.

He had lost Huo Qubing, and Wei Qing was growing old. The army had just suffered several defeats on the front lines, and he was worrying himself sick over the lack of outstanding generals in the country. Now the sky screen was telling him that for the next twenty-odd years, he would have no great generals left to call upon.

Wei Qing stood beside him, quietly offering comfort. Liu Che took his hand, deeply moved. "The court has spent a hundred years nurturing its scholars. The sons of nobles and ministers fill the roads, yet they hang back when facing the enemy and rush forward when there is profit to be had. The only one who would brave the frontier and avenge my shame is you, Zhongqing!"

Then he heard Liu Xi on the sky screen say, [Eight hundred? Fine, eight hundred. Gaozu didn't even have eight hundred when he first raised an army. Does that mean I can't march into Chang'an with eight hundred?]

The hall fell silent.

Liu Che slowly released the hilt of his sword.

He lowered his gaze to his daughter, huddled in a corner and doing her best to look innocent. All the murderous intent in his eyes turned to affection. In a gentle voice, he asked, "Yi'an has this kind of ability?"

If she could march into Chang'an with eight hundred people, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to flatten the Xiongnu with an army of a hundred thousand?

The ministers: ???

Your Majesty, she's rebelling!

[A fun spin-off. Not recommended for historical fact-checking.]

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