It was not good to be someone who traveled through time, but it was Jia Rui - the unlucky guy who was teased by Sister Feng, blackmailed by Jia Rong, and finally died of cold and hunger.
When I opened my eyes, it was a cold night in the twelfth lunar month. I was kneeling in the courtyard, soaked to the skin, with an IOU of one hundred taels of silver in my arms. The mess left by his predecessor was piled up: he was laughed at in the clan school, treated as a slave in the house, and even the neighbors secretly called him "Toad".
What's even more terrible is that Sister Feng's eyes with hidden knives in her smile have been staring at him from the dark.
Jia Rui clenched his fists: Fuck you and accept your fate.
He wants to live and stand out. A good calligraphy hand, an exquisite heart, and the skills he has developed for more than ten years in his previous life will all be put to use in this life.
Starting from being a calligrapher at the Prince's Palace in Beijing, I wrote a path one stroke at a time. Imperial examinations, fame, and power, he took care of every step. He tried to take advantage of Sister Feng's calculations; he took advantage of Jia Rong's extortion; he made those who looked down on him look at him with admiration.
As for Lin Daiyu's tears, Xue Baochai's worries, Tanchun's ambition, and Xiangyun's freedom and ease - in this life, he didn't want them to make the same mistakes again.
Change their destiny and change your own destiny.
From a poor scholar in family studies to an important minister in the court, the road is long and difficult. But he was in no hurry.
Because he knows that the real winners are those who survive to the end.
