Zhaowen of the Great Song Dynasty

I had just finished writing "On the Death of Han Yi" in my doctoral thesis, and the next second, I became Han Yi's ninth son who had just turned 100 days old. Time: The eighth year of Qingli. Location: The center of the storm in the Great Song Dynasty. Is it hell mode at the beginning? Don't panic. The emperor came in person to give me a name. My father was the privy envoy of the current dynasty, and he still had a [Library of Souls] in his mind that contained all the classics in China for five thousand years. Party strife in the court? It's just application questions in psychology and game theory. The world is weird? Liufenbantang and Shenshuigong have no secrets in my eyes. "Dad, that old man Lu Hui wants to impeach you. Son, I just wrote a rebuttal article last night. You can use it." "Bago, don't practice those outdated mental methods. I have a copy of the "Nine Yang Manual"." They all thought I was a once-in-a-hundred-year prodigy and a protégé of the emperor. Only I know. I am just a time traveler who wants to change the way of living in this era...