Stop Arguing, I Really Am Not Your Prince

This book is also called "Stereotypes". Rules are rules of rules, rules of old-fashioned rules. An orphan who traveled through Chengzhen and Beiguan, my name is Chen Gui. The secret agents of the Jing Dynasty said that I was the real prince living among the people, and the elders of the previous dynasty said that I looked exactly like their Taizu who was painted with a shoehorn face. The two parties fought with blood for this, and both wanted to snatch me back and nail me to their throne. But I just want to scratch my head: First, I am really not the prince of Jing Dynasty. Secondly, does my face have anything to do with "shoehorn"? ! Until the "weirdness" in my body began to swallow up the starlight, until the sword fairy's broken sword chose me, until the history books burned to ashes in front of my eyes, revealing my true name... Only then did I realize that what they were fighting for was never a "person". But it is the sharpest sword that can split the old dynasty. Destiny? Your destiny is none of my business. I open my own way.