As Qi Zichen, emperor of the Great Qin Empire, nears death, the System takes him back fifty years. Everything returns to the very beginning. Can all those regrets finally be put right?
Qi Zichen: “Starting out with a little Nezha? Sounds good to me.”
Qu Yi raises his arm and cries out, and thousands of elite vanguard soldiers blanket the sky with crossbow bolts.
Li Bai: “A poem, a jug of wine, a long song, a sword that roams the world.”
Six-Eared Macaque: “You’re a fake! You’re a fake!”
Great Sage Equal to Heaven: “What monkey brat are you, pretending to be your Grandpa Sun?”
Lian Po plants one foot on the city wall and points at the hundred thousand enemy troops in the distance. “There’s no city I, Lian Po, can’t defend.”
Wei Zhongxian: “Your Majesty, Lady Chang’e has run off again.”
Qi Zichen: “Quick! Li Cunxiao, Li Yuanba, bring my wife back from the moon.”
When it thundered, some people lay in their arms and said in a sweet voice: They are so scared; but I lay on the window, stuck my head out and said: Damn, this thunder is really awesome.