Estrategista Imparável: A Imperatriz Me Exorta à Bondade
Todos sabem que o filho tolo do General Zhang arrancou o édito imperial que convocava todos os sábios e talentosos do reino, cometendo o crime de enganar o soberano. Foi reprimido coletivamente pelos
“How dare you, you insolent commoner! To openly tear down the imperial notice—do you seek to anger the might of the dragon?”
“General Zhang, are you and your son making sport of His Majesty?”
“Your Majesty! Heaven and earth bear witness, Your Majesty, even if I were given a hundred lives, I would never dare! It’s just that my son is foolish and ignorant—may Your Majesty pardon him!”
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Qingyun Continent, Great Wu, Golden Throne Hall.
On the palace floor knelt a father and son. The father, Zhang Wu, was the Grand General of the Central Army of Great Wu, holding the distinguished rank of second grade. Beside him, looking utterly bewildered, was his simple-minded son, Zhang Yan.
Yet the Zhang Yan of this moment was no longer the Zhang Yan of before.
Just half an hour ago, Zhang Yan had been in a nightclub, his arm around a voluptuous blonde, when after a single glass of wine, he suddenly found himself transported here. At the moment of his arrival, his predecessor had just torn down the imperial notice; terrified beyond measure, the fool had died on the spot, leaving Zhang Yan’s soul to take over.
Memories surged over him like a tide, and it was only now that Zhang Yan was barely able to accept the reality of his transmigration.
In those memories, the previous Zhang Yan was an imbecile, with the intellect of a four- or five-year-old child, commonly called “the fool’s son” by those around him. Still, simple as he was, he had the fortune of being the son of a second-grade general, and thanks to his kind heart, he managed to