My Brother Died for Me, I Pointed My Sword at the Emperor

Wang Su, the dog-meat brother of Li Zhaowu, the eldest son of King Jing of the Daqian Dynasty, died and was seduced in front of Li Zhaowu. Li Zhaowu, who didn't believe there were ghosts in the world, finally believed it. When the truth came to light, Li Zhaowu suddenly discovered that Wang Su turned out to be his scapegoat. Prince Jing's Mansion and Xinyang Marquis' Mansion, who were supposed to be at odds with Maimang, turned out to be fateful friends. All this is just to deceive the person at the top. In order to avenge Wang Su, Li Zhaowu, who was born with a noble destiny, embarked on the road of spiritual practice. He followed the beautiful master Bai Yi to travel to Daqian and began to prepare for overthrowing Daqian. And Wang Su's soul actually became Li Zhaowu's golden finger in martial arts. "Master, how far do we still have to go?" Li Zhaowu, who had been pampered since childhood, had never experienced the hardship of traveling far away. "It's almost there, there are still 30,000 miles left." Bai Yi stood aside, his face not red and out of breath, looking at Li Zhaowu's embarrassed state. "I'm asking about your heart." Li Zhaowu smiled playfully. With a bang, Li Zhaowu scurried away with his head in his hands: "Don't knock my head if you can!"