Exiled at the Start, But I Have a System

Li You choked to death on a fish ball. When he opened his eyes again, he had become the Prince of Qi, about to be executed—for killing his chief secretary, raising troops to resist arrest, and being transported in a prison cart to Chang'an. According to history books, this guy would die within three days. Fortunately, an AI system appeared in his mind. "Survival probability: 12%. Suggestion: Find a way out of a desperate situation." In the Taiji Hall, all officials held their breath. Li You tore open his prison clothes, revealing three bloody characters on his chest: "Wronged," "Kill," "Wei." In front of Li Shimin, he pulled out secret letters from the Prince of Wei and the Five Surnames and Seven Clans. "Please, Your Majesty, kill me. After killing me, see who's next?" The entire court was shocked. Li Shimin drew his sword. Everyone thought he was mad. Only Li You knew he was betting—on carving a path to survival from a certain death situation.