Jiang Lin transmigrated and became Jiang Lin, then latched onto a powerful patron: a fallen empress.
Jiang Lin: "Do you think the imperial family keeps the people alive, or the people keep the imperial family alive?"
The Empress: "In your opinion, what should be done?"
Snow fell thickly, and the world lay silent.
Jiang Lin held her hand and looked toward the barren distance.
"Are you ready? The wheels are about to start turning faster."
I ask the heavens: why not make way? Ride the flying clouds, sail the vessel of wisdom, and carry me all the way to the edge of sun and moon.
Bring forth ten thousand torches of blazing fire, and turn this dark world to dust and smoke.
Break out of the iron cage, and let the hot blood in our hearts spill across the north and south.
