The imperial examinations in the Great Zhou Dynasty were at their peak, and poor families were competing to leapfrog the dragon gate.
My name is Xie Lin, and my courtesy name is Ziyan. My articles are astonishing and I have a photographic memory.
But I couldn't sleep even if my inkstone was crooked even a little bit, and I was suffering from mysophobia.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, controlling my appearance, and refusing to kneel to the powerful.
In the court there is Pei Jingzhi, who hides his sword in his smile; in the courtyard there is Shen Zhiyi, whose gentleness hides his edge.
The prophetess from the north saw me and said, "Your heart is like a clear mirror, and you will be drowned in the web of love."
I laughed it off, but unexpectedly got a golden finger.
There is a cabinet in the mind, thousands of volumes are automatically filed, and the flow of literary energy can detect people's hearts.
Memorials are classified according to color, and chaos in government begins with chaos.
I can see through hypocrisy and see through conspiracies, one step at a time.
Others studied hard for ten years, but I wrote the book and wrote it.
They are competing for fame and fortune, and I have already understood the direction of the situation.
I am surrounded by polyamorous love, but I am not sentimental, nor am I trapped.
If the Taoist heart is not broken, beauty will not cause trouble.
Three years later, order returned to the world, and I stood at the top of the court.
Troubled times need a clear mirror, and troubled times need a clear stream.
And I am the clear stream.
