If Only I Had Known the Empress Was One of Us, I Wouldn't Have Rebelled

“You call me a rebel? Actually, I'm willing to negotiate. I can even love the imperial court.”

“As long as we share the same identity, we're on the same side. It doesn't matter if we're loyal or treacherous.”

“Even if you harm me and drive me into a corner, I'll still think of you as one of my own. It's just that I won't act like a person anymore.”

Chen Anzhi opened the [Identity Immersion] System, simulating people who shared his identity and retracing an ordinary day from their past.

Only after one “ally” after another had been taken down did Chen Anzhi say, with casual ease:

“Since when are you one of my own?”

Years later, Chen Anzhi stormed the palace and donned the imperial robes. Looking at the empress behind the bed curtains, he clicked his tongue. “If I'd known the empress was one of my own, I wouldn't have rebelled.”