The Prince Was Deposed, and I Built the Best Empire in the World

When Chen Yuan opened his eyes, he became a deposed prince. The concubine framed him, his brothers framed him, and the secret letter was forged. All-in-one services sent him to the West Courtyard of the Cold Palace. Everyone in the palace knew that none of the deposed princes in the Daqian Dynasty survived more than half a year. But they didn't know that this body was replaced by a master's degree in history who had been digging ancient tombs in the northwest for three years. He caught the poisoned eunuch on the spot; he hung the assassinated soldier on a tree by the river with his backhand; when the prime minister came to cancel the engagement, he said with a stroke of his pen: he got what he asked for. The emperor threw him to the barren Liangzhou, intending to keep him away from the capital to die. As a result, half a year later, clear springs flowed out of the Gobi, crops grew on the barren slopes, the dilapidated Gongfang City reopened, and one hundred thousand border troops were under his command. Beidi's one hundred thousand iron cavalry approached the city and saw the impregnable Liangzhou City and the smiling abandoned prince at the top of the city. "Want to beat me? First ask me if the 300,000 people in Liangzhou will agree."