My Father Is the King of Zhenbei

My name is Shen Yan, and my father is the King of Zhenbei. It sounds quite bluffing, but in fact I was a hostage. When I was fourteen years old, I was held hostage in Chang'an by the emperor's imperial edict. My father holds 300,000 cavalry, and I am his weak point left to the emperor. I haven't accomplished anything in the past four years, so I just learned to play dead. Until the day I turned eighteen, a piece of ancestral tortoise shell suddenly became hot in my arms, and a voice came into my head - it's called the reincarnation system. It said that I died suddenly after staying up late in my previous life. I was strangled to death by my enemies at the age of two after my miscarriage. I died twice in vain. I had saved 40 talent points but never spent them. So I focused all my talents on my bones. Since then, the city of Chang'an has not been peaceful. First, an old man selling herbal tea at the alley was killed in his own backyard, holding a piece of paper with tortoise shell patterns in his hand. Then I followed the clues and found an old house, and found that someone was looking for iron sand - three boxes, winter of the ninth year of Zhaohong, whereabouts not recorded. My father's enemies, the emperor's secret guards, and a man in gray who claimed to have "used to be a servant in Dali Temple" all showed up. They thought I was a chess piece, but inside the tortoise shell in my arms lived a reincarnation system that could predict good and bad luck. It says one thing to me every day: "Shen Yan, go southeast today." I'll go southeast. Then I discovered: the spring in Chang'an City is colder than the wind in the north. But it doesn't matter, I have a tortoise shell in my hand, a system behind me, and He Lanshuang by my side. ——There are still forty talent points, which are gradually becoming the confidence that I don't want to die again. "It's a good start, don't let it drift."