In the eighth year of Cheng'an, the emperor granted Zhuang Mian the permission to enter the court without kneeling, to praise or bow without naming his name, to wear a sword and shoes into the palace, and to grant him the yellow axe.

In the ninth year of Cheng'an, the emperor granted Zhuang Mian the title of Chief of Hundred Officials, and granted him ten counties and a fief of ten thousand households. He was promoted to the title of King of Ning, and was given nine additional gifts and a crown with twelve tassels.

In the tenth year of Cheng'an, the emperor granted Zhuang Mian permission to build a ancestral temple, establish a land and grain, and posthumously confer titles on his ancestors.

In the autumn of the same year, Emperor Cheng'an of Huai'an Kingdom, in accordance with the will of heaven and the will of the people, abdicated on a high platform in the suburbs and abdicated to Prince Ning...

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The scene was frozen on the Zen platform. Zhuang Mian, the half-empty observer, felt that his jaw was about to hit the ground...

"Hey, this, this is me?"

"Well, why not?"

A gentle voice responded to Zhuang Mian in the observer form. She turned around and searched around her, and finally found only the pink butterfly.

Zhuang Mian still hadn't recovered from the huge shock, she no longer knew the time and place.

Ever since he accepted the first enthronement from Emperor Huai'an, his personality seemed to be split into two.

The personality that remained in this world became more and more unbridled, fully displaying his natural talent, like a wild horse entering the grassland.

When I entered observer mode, I became even calmer and just wanted to witness everything that was happening in front of me with the little butterfly.

The two personalities were like two forked paths. The further they went, the faster the scene in front of the observer became. In the end, she felt that the self in that world was extremely unfamiliar.

"I have to say, this story is unexpectedly suitable for you."