Beneath a blood-red sunset, the jade steps of Xianyang Palace were stained crimson. At twenty-one, Cao Mao, the young emperor of Cao Wei, fell dead on a blade at the hands of the Sima clan. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a black dragon robe, with a roar of “Long live the emperor!” flooding his ears. He had become Hu Hai, the Second Emperor of Qin, after the Coup of the Dunes.
Two souls burned within this body: the ambition of a ruthless hero, etched into the blood and bones of the Cao Wei imperial house, and the all-seeing eye of a god who had crossed a thousand years to witness Great Qin on the verge of collapse. Facing Zhao Gao’s chilling smile as he called a deer a horse, Cao Mao cried out, “In this life, I shall become Emperor Guangwu of Qin!”
