"A good-for-nothing young man who traveled through time and became a young man from the chaotic period of China?" I touched the marks on my neck and sneered.
The memories of modern rich people are boiling in their veins, but the "Knowledge Insight Eye" makes me lose my memory when reading other people's secrets - every calculation is a double-edged sword for my life.
The peerless maid Zeng Yao wrote down the names of each betrayer for me, and the noble prince who claimed to be a close friend was filling my cup with poisonous wine.
When the Huns' cavalry broke through the city gate, I squinted my eyes at the strange and handsome man in the mirror: This time, who should I let see through the date of my death first?
