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[Copywriting of this book]
Twelve years ago, he was the lofty fifth prince. He casually picked up a little slave, rewarded him with a mouthful of rice, and played with it in the midst of applause.
Twelve years later, the dynasty collapsed and the world changed. He became a remnant of the previous dynasty, living in exile like a bereaved dog. The little slave he picked up at the time was now the new emperor worshiped by millions of people in the new dynasty.
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When the new emperor ascended the throne, he had a violent and unpredictable temperament, and everyone in the court was in awe of him.
However, there are rumors that the new emperor was once a private slave in the house of a certain prince in the previous dynasty. He worked as a servant leading horses, and was used as a stepping stone to get on the carriage. He was buried in the dust.
No one dares to touch this reverse scale.
So when the fifth prince, who was a remnant of the previous dynasty, was finally arrested and entered the palace, everyone's hearts were in their throats, fearing that their blood would accidentally splash on the stone slab in front of the palace together with that of the fifth prince.
Chengming Palace, in front of the couch.
"Heh. With the jade belt around your waist and the dragon robe on your body, you are really powerful." Yan Yuheng looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face in front of him, forcing himself to calm down and saying in a teasing tone: "Now you are the new emperor of the new dynasty, and I am a remnant of the previous dynasty, a prisoner of the country's subjugation. Considering the past relationship, is it possible to seek a decent way to die?"
"A Heng..."
An old friend whom I hadn't seen for five years and who was engraved in my bones and blood stood in front of me, with the same proud expression as before. Xiang Mao's lips trembled slightly, and in the end only these two words were left in his thousands of words.
