The number one lackey under the Empress’ throne

Author:One Hundred Thousand Vegetable Groups
Category:Fantasy
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Last Updated:03/14/2025


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[Plot][Plot flow][Single female protagonist][No golden finger][Fake villain]
Zhao Duan, who was a member of the public family, was cautious and cautious, walking on thin ice, but after traveling through time, he became the empress' favored pretty boy, a villain and traitor who bullied others.
There was no time to rejoice, and he faced death for letting the national traitors go.
In desperation, I wanted to ask the empress for mercy, but I found out that my "face" was fake.
What's worse is that because of his infamous reputation, all the civil and military officials in the dynasty wanted to impeach him; the righteous people in the world wanted to eradicate him and then quickly; the warriors, Buddhist and Taoist magicians were all ashamed of him.
Zhao Duan was paralyzed.
Since everyone wanted him to die, in order to survive in death, he had no choice but to stop being a human being...
To come ashore with a clear conscience, start by betraying your accomplices.
Since then, the Dayu Dynasty has had a lackey who is the number one under the empress.
Many years later, the capital was covered with heavy snow.
On the city tower, Xu Zhenguan, the Empress of Dayu, sighed softly: "We agreed to pretend to be a Taoist monk, but why did it come true..."
This book is also known as "I was bullied by Yu and I fell in love with Shang" and "Record of the Villain's Cleansing and Arrival"
Note: The Lv5 author has completed three high-quality novels, and his character is guaranteed.

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Chapter 1 At the beginning, I wanted to enter the palace to meet the Saint

Chapter 1: At the beginning, I wanted to enter the palace to meet the Saint

In the second year of Tianfeng, it was in the southern suburbs of the capital.

Black clouds pressed over the city, as if the Tianhe River had burst its banks, and heavy raindrops fell in torrents, hammering the ground like drums, and raising mist as short as smoke and dust.

In the past, this place would have been bustling and bustling, with merchant fleets from the Nine and Eighteen Prefectures of Da
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