My Dadong Empire

At the bloody beginning of rebirth, I, Su Shang, woke up from severe pain. The pain seemed to be alive, penetrating from every pore and wreaking havoc in my limbs and bones. My consciousness was chaotic at first, as if I was in a fog, and the gorgeous scenes around me were shaking before my eyes like illusionary bubbles. As my vision gradually became clearer, I saw the splendid palace with carved beams and painted beams, the bed paved with brocade, and the exquisite and almost extravagant furnishings, but none of these could make me feel the slightest joy. Memories from the past kept flooding into my mind, a life that was driven like an ox and a horse. I remembered that I had worked hard in the dark, struggling like an ant for the meager survival supplies. No dignity, no hope, just endless toil and the condemnation and insults of my people. Those words were like sharp blades, cutting into my heart again and again, making my already riddled soul drip with blood. But now, I am actually in the most cruel moment of power struggle in the Dadong Empire. I don't understand why I am reborn. Is this rebirth a blessing from fate or another cruel joke? I felt terrified, my body was shaking slightly, and my back was soaked with cold sweat. This gorgeous palace looks like heaven, but in fact it is a place more terrifying than hell. Here, power is the only passport, and conspiracy and killing are commonplace.