"Xuanzheng?! The twenty-first year of Xuanzheng?!" the Emperor murmured, his face filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible?! It's clearly the third year of the Xuande reign!"

"How could it be the twenty-first year of Xuanzheng?!" The Emperor was deeply shocked.

Then, seemingly disbelieving, the emperor stopped several more people and asked them questions.

Do you know what year it is now?

How old is our Emperor?

"The Emperor has a prince?"

...

The emperor seemed to have gone mad, grabbing people and asking them questions.

"how so?"

"The emperor is someone else?! What on earth is going on?!" The emperor sat in a corner, clutching his hair, looking pained.

After the questioning just now, the Emperor has a few more wounds on his body.

Everywhere I looked, there was suffering.

At this moment, the emperor looked utterly devastated.

He didn't know what was going on. He was clearly the emperor, but now he wasn't the emperor anymore!

It wasn't the third year of the Xuande reign, but the twenty-first year of the Xuanzheng reign!

He had just visited the residence of the ministers who followed him.

Upon meeting his minister, the minister looked at him with a completely unfamiliar expression!

When he revealed that he was the emperor, he was met with a flurry of blows.

He was only saved from being beaten to death because he saw the situation was bad and ran fast enough.

He didn't know what had happened; when he woke up, everything had changed!

He is no longer the emperor; there is someone else.

He even became a beggar!

Thinking of this, the emperor could no longer hide his pain.

I feel terrible.

Just as the emperor was in despair and suffering, his stomach started growling at an inopportune moment.

"Gurgle." The Emperor touched his stomach, his face turning even more grim.

He had never experienced hunger like this before, not even as a child.

The injuries he had sustained only compounded his woes.

At this moment, the penniless emperor, enduring his hunger, walked toward the dilapidated temple.

With nowhere else to go, he could only think of a dilapidated temple as a place to stay.

Finally, just as the emperor was about to collapse from exhaustion, he saw a dilapidated temple not far away.

Then, gritting their teeth and persevering, they slowly made their way towards the dilapidated temple, step by step.

After returning to the dilapidated temple, the emperor ignored the mocking looks from others, found an open space, and lay down.

At this point, they didn't care about the dirt and mess.

"Oh, our Emperor is back?" A hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.

"How about a few of us brothers serve you a bit?!"

"Stop talking, or your whole family will be executed again, hahaha, you're killing me with laughter."

"He is quite ill. He still fantasizes about being the emperor."

...

The emperor was furious at the beggars' mockery, but because they outnumbered him, he dared not retaliate.

I pretended not to hear it.

Seeing that the emperor had no reaction, the beggars, after laughing for a while, got bored and stopped talking, changing the subject to other topics.

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief. These beggars were truly despicable!

However, upon further reflection on his current predicament, a shadow fell over the emperor's heart.

After that, he had no time to think about anything else; the pain in his body and the hunger in his stomach occupied all his thoughts.

Because he did not want to beg like the beggars, the emperor had no choice but to endure his hunger.

They relied on sleeping to alleviate their hunger.

And so, the emperor stayed in the dilapidated temple for three days.

Three days later, the emperor, unable to endure any longer, staggered out of the dilapidated temple.

After resting, his injuries have improved considerably compared to before.

After walking onto the street, the emperor smelled a fragrant aroma and walked towards it, arriving at a steamed bun shop.

Staring at the plump, white steamed buns, the Emperor couldn't help but pat his belly.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"Don't delay my business!" The steamed bun shop owner looked troubled when he saw the emperor standing at the door, staring at the steamed buns, and chased him away.

Seeing this, the emperor had no choice but to leave.

Then, I walked onto the street and saw beggars begging in the distance.

"Grandpa, please have mercy and give me some food."

"Grandma, please give me a steamed bun. I haven't eaten for three days." The beggar held a broken bowl and begged from passersby.

"Get away!"

"You're filthy, stay away from me!"

"You filthy beggar, get out of my way!"

...

The beggar was not angry after hearing these words and continued to beg from the next person.

After asking several people, he finally managed to get a steamed bun.

Then he picked up a steamed bun and wolfed it down.

The emperor looked at the steamed bun in the beggar's hand and couldn't help but lick his lips.

I'm so hungry.

Driven by extreme hunger, the emperor disregarded his imperial dignity and, like a beggar, begged from passersby.

However, because the emperor was unfamiliar with the process, he did not manage to obtain any food after sunset.

It was mainly because he was the emperor; unlike the other beggars, he was not humble and still retained a trace of pride.

Finally, the emperor, enduring his hunger, returned to the dilapidated temple.

After enduring hunger and staying up all night, the emperor got up early the next day and went outside.

They occupy a spot and beg from passersby.

Today's emperor looks more like a beggar than yesterday's.

"Please have mercy and give me some food."

"I haven't eaten for many days."

...

The emperor begged from passersby, not caring about anything else at that moment, for he would starve to death if he didn't eat soon.

Just as the emperor was about to faint from hunger, a steamed bun rolled down to his feet.

The emperor, disregarding the filth and mess, grabbed a steamed bun and started eating it like a starving ghost.

"Shut up!" A voice suddenly rang out as the emperor wolfed down his food.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor not only did not stop, but actually sped up even more.

"Well, you actually ate my steamed bun, you've got some nerve!" The man, accompanied by several servants, approached the Emperor and said menacingly.

"Men, seize him!"

"My steamed buns aren't this delicious!" After saying that, he gestured to the people behind him to seize the emperor.

"Let go! Let me go!" After finishing the steamed bun, the emperor regained some strength and struggled desperately.

However, it was to no avail.

"Kid, you're in for a world of trouble. Take him away!"

Then, disregarding the emperor's resistance, they gagged him and took him away.

When pedestrians on the roadside saw it, they hurried away and ignored it.

After all, no one would risk offending the steward of a wealthy family for the sake of a beggar.