In the final years of the Ming Dynasty, Shen Che, a descendant of a distinguished family, gives away his entire fortune and entrusts his nephew Zhu Qi to a loyal servant before setting out alone to assassinate Dorgon, Prince of Yuyi of the Hošoi. Unfortunately, the news leaks, and he nearly loses his life. At the critical moment, an astral anomaly occurs, and he transmigrates to 2025, where he meets policewoman Zhu Ruoxi. In Zhu Ruoxi’s eyes, he is a killer with more than a dozen lives on his hands. In Shen Che’s eyes, she is an shameless, domineering woman.
Fine, fine, fine. In the Ming Dynasty, I, Shen Che, was a maverick who defied convention and dared to grab the emperor by the neck. How did I end up as the very picture of an old fossil in the modern world?
Zhu Ruoxi is baffled too. So, what can you do? Write? Everyone can write these days. Kill people? Ahem, do you even know what I do for a living?…
