Qianyuan already knew that he had failed in history and had died once.
He was the last Emperor of the entire Thirteenth Dynasty.
Ashamed of facing the ancestors.
If it weren't for the great terror of the future using such unimaginable means to resurrect him, he would have no chance to live again.
"I live again!"
"I also returned to the past, to change everything that failed, to change the tragedy of the dynasty."
"I, Qianyuan, will no longer be ashamed in front of the ancestors under the nine springs!"
He suddenly shed tears.
No one knew of his heavy burden; everyone thought he lived a life of ease and luxury.
In reality, he was diligently practicing techniques, studying poetry and books day and night, racing against the clock, not daring to slack off for a second.
Countless times, he dreamed of the ancestors' figures, reprimanding him for letting the vast empire collapse in his hands.
"I, even if I gave it all!"
