After transmigrating into the chaotic Five Dynasties period, he becomes the lowest-ranking servant in the Zhao household, a lame man.
He has no System or golden finger, but he knows history and understands how the world will unfold.
Zhao Kuangyin is a man of great ambition, Zhao Kuangyi is patient and deep-minded, and there are also the warlords carving out their own territories, the mighty fighters of this troubled age...
In a world where human life is worth less than grass, I proceed cautiously, step by step, though I am but a speck of dust.
As the yellow robe is about to be placed upon Zhao Kuangyin at Chenqiao Post,
should I cling to the strongest patron of the future?
Or should I use my foresight to carve out a world of my own amid this chaos?
