Liu Guangzheng thought of what he had done before his rebirth.
Back then, he had been utterly swollen with self-importance. Kangxi Emperor had ascended the throne at eight in his previous life and eliminated Oboi at sixteen, truly ruling the realm from then on.
As a transmigrator, surely he could not be inferior even to an ancient man.
So he ascended the throne at ten, transmigrated at twelve, planned to purge the eunuchs and maternal relatives at thirteen, and was deposed at fifteen—without even making it to sixteen...
Whenever he used a keyboard, he had been brimming with spirit, able to prattle on without end. Yet when it came time to put things into practice, he was all high ambition and low ability.
Or perhaps it was the arrogance of a transmigrator that had made him instinctively look down on everyone in the realm. In this world, was there a single person capable of becoming an official—let alone a high official—who was not clever?!
When he had first transmigrated, he had even thought that, since he had directly become an emperor rather than a commoner, perhaps Heaven looked down on him as a transmigrator.
Yet reality was that even with a god-tier opening, he could still turn a winning hand into a losing one through his own maneuvers.
Later, during the bleakest period of his life, he could not help reflecting on why he had failed. In the end, he concluded that he had spread his stride too wide. Before he had even established a foundation, he had dreamed of becoming a Holy Emperor, wishing he could merely click a mouse and watch the nation's fortune soar higher and higher. That was why reality had taught him a harsh lesson.
When he had just transmigrated, he had dreamed of Qin