The Deposed Crown Princes’ Alliance

The dethroned crown princes have a chat group. One day, they suddenly receive a set of missions. ① [Successfully rebel after Hu Hai takes the throne and prevent the Qin dynasty from falling in its second generation.] ② [The witchcraft affair is waiting for you. If you've got the guts, get in there. Survive the witchcraft affair and become emperor.] ③ [Face Li Shimin in a showdown at Xuanwu Gate and seize the throne.] ④ [Win the War of the Nine Princes and take the throne.] Li Chengqian angrily jabbed at the missions. “Face who in a showdown at Xuanwu Gate? What am I supposed to fight with, exactly?” The alliance of dethroned crown princes thought it over and came up with all sorts of crooked ideas. ① Fusu rose from his coffin, scaring the life out of Wang Li, who had been secretly paying respects in the dead of night. A background song started playing: “Today is such a lovely day~” ② Liu Ju went to look for Wei Qing and Huo Qubing. ③ Li Chengqian went completely off the rails. He invited all his brothers and sisters over, then laughed and said, “There are two cups of poison here. I wonder which lucky people among you will get them? Come on, drink up! Anyone who refuses will force me to follow Hu Hai's example.” There wasn't actually a single cup of poison. He was just a chaotic jokester, hahaha. ④ Yinreng seemed calm, but had already been on his way for a while. Li Chengqian egged him on: “Why not hold your mother's memorial tablet and, in front of all the court officials and your brothers, cry about the emperor's heartlessness, then throw yourself against a pillar? I guarantee you'll become your royal father's moonlight and cinnabar mole.” Yinreng thought it made sense and silently chose to die. A ridiculous, chaotic System story, best read without overthinking. Parallel worlds, livestreaming, and Fourth Calamity elements included. Possible trigger: Xiang Yu gets killed. Coming soon: I Failed at Rebellion and Found Out the Tyrant Was the One Who Gave Birth to Me After a flood, the new house Wei Mao had just built and the fields that were almost ready to harvest were completely washed away. He and the villagers were left homeless, fleeing in desperation. They barely survived, only to find that the court wasn't sending disaster relief. Instead, it issued an order forcing them to build an Immortal-Seeking Terrace for the emperor. “Seeking immortality? What a load of crap! The heavens are dead, the Yellow Sky must rise!” In a fit of rage, Wei Mao rebelled. With his friends, he first killed corrupt officials and opened the granaries to feed the people, then ambushed the emperor during his travels and tried to assassinate him. Unfortunately, the assassination failed, and all their efforts came to nothing. Just as Wei Mao steeled himself and shouted, “You can kill me, but others will rise after me!” the cloth covering his face fell away. The whole place fell silent. The emperor sprang to his feet and strode down from the high platform. His crown tassels swayed as he said in a low voice, “Raise your head.” “I won't! If you tell me to raise my head and I do it, wouldn't that make me look pathetic?” Wei Mao stubbornly kept his head down. The emperor snorted and grabbed his face, forcing him to look up. Two nearly identical faces, differing only in age and expression, met each other's gaze. Wei Mao was dumbfounded. So was the entire court. “Why do you look a little like me?” Wei Mao blurted out. The emperor laughed in disbelief. “How old are you?” “Eighteen!” “Impossible. You're sixteen.” “I'm eighteen! Do you know my age better than I do?” “How could I not?” the emperor said quietly. “You stubborn, stupid brat, you're my biological son.” “I'm not stubborn, and I'm not stupid!” Wei Mao shouted. The emperor paid him no mind. He immediately ordered the guards to drag Wei Mao into a small room and told the palace maids to strip him. Wei Mao's thoughts instantly took a turn for the worse. He desperately guarded his trousers, refusing to give in. “You tyrant! Don't you dare disgrace me!” The tyrant stared at the birthmark on his buttocks, then asked in disgust, “Were you planning to rebel?” “So what if I was?” “There's no need to rebel anymore. Go get ready to become crown prince.” “Huh? But don't you already have a crown prince?” Wei Mao was completely bewildered. “That one is fake.” Wei Mao had lived for sixteen years before discovering he was the real crown prince in a story about the fake and real heir. Other people got fake and real daughters or fake and real sons. How had his story turned into a fake and real crown prince? Wasn't that a bit much? He became crown prince in a daze. He thought that once he returned to the capital, he would have to fight the fake crown prince, the empress, her brother, and all the other factions in a struggle to the death. But the emperor took care of them all for him. “Why?” Wei Mao didn't understand. “Because you are the one I gave birth to myself,” the emperor emphasized the word “myself.” Theme: Making up for the regrets of history.