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In the 170th year of Yong’an of the Great Wei Dynasty, a secret scandal broke out within a princely household, one that shook both the imperial court and the immortal sects alike. The only son of the Northern Garrison Prince, infamous throughout the realm as utterly worthless and rotten to the core, was in truth the lowly son of a stable slave, switched at birth years ago by the Demonic Sect. The real heir, meanwhile, turned out to be a true disciple of a Sage, newly appointed top Scholar, having already cultivated a breath of Righteous Qi of the Vast Heavens. For a time, all of Great Wei erupted in jubilation. People everywhere congratulated the princely household on rectifying the origin and returning to the source, on finally recovering their qilin-born prodigy. ....... “Yeah, it really is worth celebrating, if only this so-called fake heir weren’t me.” Gu Fangchen faced the Northern Garrison Prince and the true heir who had come to confront him, then glanced at the randomly assigned profession hovering above his head: [Emperor (1 day)] [Skill One: Mandate of Heaven (Passive)] [Skill Two: Power of Life and Death (Active)] That year, the Northern Garrison Princess Consort was still gentle as water, doting on her child to the point of indulgence. The Eldest Princess was cold as frost, proud and aloof, a single smile worth a fortune. The Younger Princess was sweet, foolishly adorable, obsessed with heroic young knights, and most of all despised shameless villains. The Grand Princess struck fear across battlefields as a peerless war god. The female State Preceptor could overturn clouds and rain with a mere turn of her hand. The moment Gu Fangchen opened his eyes, he knew it: He had transmigrated to become an emperor. Those who follow me shall prosper. Those who oppose me shall perish.
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