Lin Guo never thought he had the gift of a prophet until he opened his eyes and found himself a little emperor who was a loyal minister but not obedient.
It was still the familiar ancient times, and the same familiar formula. The only difference was that this time, he was sitting on the bed in a dragon robe instead of a wedding dress.
Lin Guo tugged at his bright yellow pajamas and looked up at the deserted and empty bedroom: [This is the treatment... Am I really an emperor?]
[That’s right, pure bloodline, legitimate,] Ling Shiyi flipped through the original book in his hand and coughed, [but I don’t have the power.]
[In this world, you have a cheap uncle who is not related to you by blood. Although he is not of royal blood, he is well-known for his talent in both civil and military affairs, especially in the border areas. Everyone knows his reputation as a Rakshasa general.]
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