Rebirth, My Father Actually Wants to Rebel

When Xiao Heng opened his eyes, a middle-aged man covered in armor was staring at him. "Heng'er, for my father, I will raise the flag tomorrow to pray to Heaven for Jingnan." His mind hadn't turned around yet - one second he was working overtime to grade test papers, the next second he had traveled through time? The prince of Jingbei. Dandy. Waste. My father will rebel tomorrow. I was a history teacher in my previous life, and he taught me this question. When a feudal king rebels, the success rate is less than 10%. His first reaction: run. Can't run away. The palace was sealed off, the court wanted him, and the whole family was questioning him. He is on the board, not off it. But he couldn't figure out one thing - why was the hand of a man who could put a knife on the neck of the imperial court trembling when he sat alone late at night? That's not anger. Those were the last words a father said when he locked his son in the backyard on the eve of raising the flag: "I feel wronged to you." Xiao Heng was an orphan in his previous life. He has never been protected like this. He could see the outcome of this game of chess. But some things cannot be done after forgetting them. Alternate history · Machiavellian strategy · Time travel and rebirth · Group portraits · Passionate blood