I, a modern public relations director, dress up as an ancient "shadow historian".
He, the reborn tyrant, was written to death by my pen in his previous life.
He said: "Shen Qingwu, this body is covered with dirty water, how are you going to wash it off?"
I smiled: "Your Highness, killing should be beautiful. Changing into white clothes and getting wet in the rain is to eliminate harm for the country."
I used public opinion warfare to create miracles for him, weave auspiciousness, and clear away the suspicion of everyone.
He used me as a knife and I used it as a springboard.
I thought it was just a workplace survival game——
Until that fool who died fighting for the truth splashed blood on my face.
Only then did I realize: Lies written in ink cannot cover up facts written in blood.
In my previous life, I killed him once.
In this life, I designed him to die once in society.
The third time——
I want to "kill" myself in the history books with my own hands and give him a clear name for the rest of his life.
Purpose: Historians must not tamper with history at will, and every word must record iron-clad facts