Scraping Together a Crowd in the Great Ming

"I dare not divine too thoroughly, for I fear the Way of Heaven is fickle. I dare not love too deeply, for fear it will all prove a dream."

"Sixteen divinations in a row, and not one foretells you. Enough, enough," Wang Bu'er said, holding a tortoiseshell.

Before Emperor Zhengde passed away, he issued a very strange imperial edict.

"When I was young, I lost a sword. Now I regret it. Which of my ministers can find it for me?"

The entire court wept. One man glanced over and merely smiled.

"Qingmei, do you know? That * emperor regrets it. By the way, I've changed my name. My new name is awful: Wang Shouyi."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.