The first day I traveled through time and became Chong'er, the son of Duke Xian of Jin, I was struck by a bloody bronze dagger.
The shaman Zhu muttered something: "The gift of provoking the bell, connecting the gods with blood, and blessing me to advance to the imperial family."
I cried in horror, but I heard my father Jin Xiangong sneer: "This son has heavy ears and strange-colored eyes. He looks like a monster."
I suddenly froze - Chong'er? The hapless overlord who spent nineteen years in exile and only ascended the throne at the age of sixty-two?
Looking at my fleshy little hands, I peed all over Jin Xiangong.
In this life, Li Ji will not even think of harming me, Qin will not take advantage, and Chu will not seek hegemony.
Jin's hegemony started with me, a baby.
