I Actually Traveled Back in Time to the Yongle Period and Experienced the Path of Intrigue

The night I traveled through time and became a hundred households in Jinyiwei, the scar on my left eye oozed the rain of three years of Yongle. When Jianwen's remnant's poisonous crossbow penetrated Zhou Tong's chest, I activated my memory retrieval - rewriting life and death in three minutes at the cost of coughing up half a bloody memory fragment. Amidst the sound of the Jiaofang Division's pipa, Lin Wan'er used a poisonous needle to carve "White Lotus Maitreya" on the parchment, while the mute pyrotechnics drew the trajectory of the explosion during the Jingdang disaster against the Arsenal Division's drawings. The tongueless corpse in the deepest part of the prison had the same pattern on its waistband as the emperor's uniform. In this chess game that spans twenty years, the player who holds the chess piece has already been bitten by his own shadow.