When Qin Mohan fell from the modern city into the humble courtyard of the Northern Song Dynasty, he thought it was just a dream. But the dilapidated thatched cottage, rough food, and indifferent eyes all reminded him: this was not an illusion, but a turning point in fate.
When he first entered Bianjing, he was just a little boy who was stepped on and couldn't even get a hot meal. Zhao Dekun's minions were like jackals smelling blood, pressing forward step by step; the ridicules from his classmates were like needles piercing his bones, making it difficult for him to move forward. But Qin Mohan's eyes were like a knife, and he was as calm as a mountain, sharpening his edge under repeated pressure. He used his wisdom to overcome the situation and took advantage of the situation to ascend to the throne. Finally, he was named on the gold list and entered the court.
Shen Yifeng is by his side, a close friend who stays with him through thick and thin, and also his confidence to go upstream. And Liu Ruyan, that beautiful figure in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, lights up the dark night for him with gentleness and wisdom. But the whirlpool of power never talks about friendship, and every counterattack is accompanied by the price of blood and fire. Zhao Dekun's conspiracy is as dense as a spider web, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.
When the shadow of powerful ministers shrouds the imperial city, when loyalty and ambition are at war in the heart, can a humble boy still maintain his original belief?
