The Trust System: As long as it swindles other people into trusting it, it can grant its Host the ability they need most at that moment. It was once ranked as one of the “Top Ten Criminal Systems,” and it has had a hand in pyramid schemes, multi-level marketing, and fraud.
Ever since it bound itself to Ying Zhaoyao, it could see the end of its good days coming at a glance.
After transmigrating to a remote mountain wilderness in ancient times, Ying Zhaoyao relied on the System
and got along famously with the villagers down the mountain.
“Rain in the east while the sun shines in the west, first your brother, then you.” Ying Zhaoyao shook her head as she recited.
The old woman was stunned. “Master, how did you know I have a brother?”
System: Even a professional con artist can't bear to watch.jpg
Life in the wilderness really did fulfill Ying Zhaoyao's pastoral dreams. It was just that ancient times in China were truly not as safe as modern China.
A locust plague swept through, and a group of burly men appeared in the village.
“From observing the celestial signs tonight, it'll rain tomorrow. No need to water the fields.” Ying Zhaoyao unlocked the System's weather forecast function.
Chen Sheng, who had left his home behind, knew that reading the stars was a technique of the Yin-Yang School.
A great talent hiding in plain sight! He believed her.
The village had grown populous, so they paid more taxes. The Qin government did nothing, and then they even ran into people from the “Six States” who wanted to loot the place?
With a guerrilla campaign and the words “Build high walls, store up grain, and only then claim the throne,” she actually managed to keep them in the wilderness.
Fan Zeng, who had raised Xiang Yu for many years, understood: anyone with grand ambitions would never remain under another's command for long.
She kept raising more and more people along the way, until one day
The First Emperor was assassinated while on tour, and Zhang Liang rushed to the little wilderness village.
The two pieces of news hit Ying Zhaoyao at the same time.
“Your Highness, His Majesty is critically ill. He has summoned you to ascend the throne,” the secret agent said cautiously.
“My queen, the weather is getting cold. Put on this imperial robe!” Zhang Liang's eyes shone.
From then on, Ying Zhaoyao was constantly on edge, treading on thin ice.
She carefully managed her rebellion team while making them shoulder the Qin Empire's responsibilities.
State affairs delivered by Qin Express?
No problem, I have Zhang Liang!
The Qin Empire is expanding northward?
No problem, I have Xiang Yu and Han Xin. We've already taken the east, west, and south.
The Qin Empire is building the Great Wall?
No problem, I have Xiao He, Liu Bang, Empress Lu, and the others...
Come on, let's research some future technology!
Both Ying Zhaoyao and the Qin Empire were thriving when, one day, the System issued a mission called “You know I'm a woman.”
But just as Ying Zhaoyao started to say, “You know...”
Zhang Liang, Xiao He, and Xiang Yu from the rebellion team all broke down at once: We didn't know you were Ying Zheng's granddaughter! Please don't bring us any more trouble!
# We can't keep up, we really can't keep up
# What? You want to inherit the throne? Seriously, I don't believe you. Let Ying Zheng manage the Qin Empire's territory himself. Let's go manage this Mayan civilization or whatever!
# Swapping a basic attack for an ultimate move
Years later, the name of Empress Ying Zhaoyao was known throughout the land. When someone asked why she worked so diligently, she said,
“Actually, I just didn't know my family had a throne for me to inherit.”
# What? The throne is mine? Why didn't you say so sooner? I was already getting ready to rebel!
# No need, really, I don't need an imperial robe. Good grief, you people have made my life so hard
# What? Ying Zheng is my grandfather? I can become empress? Why didn't you wait until after my rebellion succeeded to tell me?! (angry.jpg)
# My life as ruler has truly been like treading on thin ice. Can I still make it to the other side... Father, Father, don't hit me on the head! Grandfather, save me! Your son Fusu is hitting me!
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“I Can't Do It, Your Majesty! (But in Jia Xu's Version) [Three Kingdoms]”
I transmigrated, into the late Eastern Han dynasty.
This was an era of contending warlords and battles everywhere.
And I
am nothing but an utterly ordinary good-for-nothing, Heaven knows!
I can't even pass the one-kilometer run!
The good news is that I transmigrated as a strategist.
The bad news is, I'm Jia Xu.
Jia Xu! He's one of the top strategists of the Three Kingdoms! Chen Shou praised him as a man whose plans never failed, a strategist who could stand alongside Zhang Liang and Chen Ping!
You tell me, you tell me, I became him?
Please, no! Don't make it this difficult right off the bat! I can't do it!
At the beginning of the Battle of Guandu, they were attacking Xu Province.
Cheng Yu: What if Yuan Shao's main force keeps us tied down and the opposing army takes Xu Chang directly? Then we'll...
Xun Yu: Yuan Shao is suspicious and indecisive. If the Chancellor takes Xu Province within ten days, Yuan Shao won't have a chance to respond.
The strategists offered their advice. Jia Xu had just arrived at Cao Cao's camp and didn't know many people, so he sat in the back listening with the person beside him.
When the person beside him, Guo Jia, saw that Jia Xu hadn't said a word, he raised his hand on Jia Xu's behalf and spoke up: Jia Xu has something to say.
Jia Xu: Hm? Who wants to speak? Me?
All eyes turned to Jia Xu...
Jia Xu: Xu Province is a battleground for all sides and a hub for water routes. Why don't we put some poison in the water and poison them all...
(Everyone was shocked. Jia Xu's reputation as a poison strategist would spread far and wide, but only then did they realize that “poison” didn't mean his plans were precise. He was genuinely sinister and vicious!)
Jia Xu: Hm? Why are you all quiet? Weren't you the ones who asked me?
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Theme: Many hands make light work.
It's a good read. After reading it, I feel that a lot of content has been cut. The main body should be able to write 100w+
Okay, think about it carefully. Zhang Liang is still the protagonist, so the throne is within his reach. 🐶[sunglasses]
Spread flowers, will there be a sequel to the throne and talk about the day after tomorrow?
What? Finished? , The last three chapters went a little too fast.
Right! Fusu is such a person! Not even my biological daughter wants it! [Like]
Fusu... He... I... Can't explain it in words...
There is a feeling of sudden wealth! Big Modo Modo!
My lord has another dog outside, so she must have her reasons. I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, (scratches ears and cheeks) Hahahahahahaha
I feel like I haven't finished writing the extra chapter, so why don't you add more?
Ah, am I the only one who finds greetings at fixed points annoying? Good morning, good afternoon, good night. I don't even know what to reply to. If I don't reply, I'll be very rude [split]
The "clan" is a big thorn in the side of the author~
always
It's a good read. After reading it, I feel that a lot of content has been cut. The main body should be able to write 100w+
Okay, think about it carefully. Zhang Liang is still the protagonist, so the throne is within his reach. 🐶[sunglasses]
Spread flowers, will there be a sequel to the throne and talk about the day after tomorrow?
What? Finished? , The last three chapters went a little too fast.
Right! Fusu is such a person! Not even my biological daughter wants it! [Like]
Fusu... He... I... Can't explain it in words...
There is a feeling of sudden wealth! Big Modo Modo! My lord has another dog outside, so she must have her reasons. I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, (scratches ears and cheeks) Hahahahahahaha
I feel like I haven't finished writing the extra chapter, so why don't you add more?
Ah, am I the only one who finds greetings at fixed points annoying? Good morning, good afternoon, good night. I don't even know what to reply to. If I don't reply, I'll be very rude [split]
The "clan" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ always