Transformed into a cannon fodder historian, I am bound to the [Death-seeking System].
The system said: As long as you die, you can return to modern times and be resurrected.
I was ecstatic and immediately rushed to the prince: "I deserve death for my crime, please give me death!"
The prince smiled: "I am so loyal to you, how can I let you go?"
In order to get home, I turned on the trick-or-die mode:
Confrontation? The prince punished me for copying books and praised me for "dare to give direct advice."
Join the villain? The prince took me back to the East Palace and said, "Don't play with fools."
Deliberately misreporting military information? The prince saw through it at a glance and asked me to go out with the army for "experience".
I collapsed. Why does this crazy prince always ruin my good deeds?
Until I was seriously injured and on the verge of death, I confessed to the truth and cried, "I want to go home."
But his eyes turned red and he held my hand tightly:
"Your return home can only be me."
Concept: Love and bond are a warmer return than going home.