Check-In in the Prosperous Tang Dynasty: from Chang'an Jailer to Tiance General

In the middle of the night, the smell of decay and despair was floating everywhere in the Chang'an County Prison. Di Cheng was suddenly awakened from his sleep. The cold sweat soaked his thin prison clothes. It felt like the coldness of the executioner's cold blade grazing his neck was still in the air, and the desperate look in his father's eyes before his execution seemed to be lingering before his eyes. "How is this possible! It's absolutely impossible!"