He built a prosperous world with his sick bones
Jiang Jianming coughed up blood and pushed away the medicine bowl handed by Shen Ce: "My time has come, but you still have a long way to go."
On the night when the new emperor ascended the throne, Shen Ce buried a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for the Lantern Festival in front of his old friend's grave.
It was not until many years later that a child in the mountains dug out the yellowed notebook and was surprised to see the inscription on the title page——
"What he hid in his sleeve when he died was not a plan for governing the country, but an old drawing that taught me how to fold peach branches."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
