Reborn as Liu Shuo, the second son of Liu Yao, a kinsman of the Han imperial house!
Liu Shuo is like a poem:
The mighty Yangtze rolls east, its waves washing away heroes.
Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in an instant. The green hills remain, while the sun sets and rises time and again.
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters sit by the riverbank, accustomed to autumn moons and spring breezes.
They happily meet over a pot of muddy wine.
How many matters, past and present, are all turned into tales told over laughter?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
