In 212 BC, on the outskirts of Xianyang, in the reed marsh on the south bank of the Wei River.
Dongguo Aixi woke up from the cold.
The biting cold wind, wrapped in moist moisture, penetrated into his rough linen jacket full of holes, like countless thin needles pricking his skin. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar office of an Internet celebrity company - there were no historical and creative samples piled on the table, no colleagues complaining about "the procurement budget has been cut again", and no "99+ unread messages" prompt on the mobile phone screen.
Only the withered yellow reed stalks were dazzling in the wind, the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and there was a... Fishy smell mixed with soil and livestock excrement.
