Killing the Sky: I Am in the Prison of Game of Thrones, Raising a Human Emperor

[Integration of farming literature + slow-heat type + martial arts + plant mecha + psychic beast + multinational + heirloom power plot + hegemony + biased drama] alternate history. I, Hua Weimian, the grandson of the emperor, my father was the second prince of the Imperial God of War. He died mysteriously during the heir contest, and I became the grandson of the beggar. Many years later, I sneaked into the Imperial Palace to investigate what happened. It turns out that everyone wears a mask and it is all conspiracy, cooperation, betrayal, design, jealousy, greed, persistence... Power is poison and has penetrated into everyone's blood. Intoxicating flowers, glazed tiles, golden houses... They plotted against each other among the rubble. Before my father died, the last words he said to his elf mother were: "Go quickly... Take care of the children... Live!" Now, I stand in front of the dragon throne, look at the emperor's uncle, and tell him: "My father was unjustly accused. He did not collaborate with the enemy and treason."