Yao Zhixing woke among the mold stains of a juvenile detention center, with his companions in hardship by his side.
This frail, prisoner-like body was thrust onto the court’s bloodiest throne;
condemned by a fortune-teller’s prophecy that he would bring ruin to his entire clan, he was the imperial family’s despised sacrificial offering;
caught in the clash between new and old ideologies, he was a pawn on a board where capitalism and feudalism devoured each other. And because he was one who could not be looked at directly, the world cast him behind itself as well.
The most vicious curse of all was called “reincarnation.” Yao Zhixing had a dream.
