All heavens and worlds. First world.
When Wang Dashan woke up, he was lying in the prison car in which Ning Guta was exiled.
The original owner had his house confiscated and executed due to literary inquisition, and he became the only surviving member of the family.
The escort officer sneered: "This body's bones can't last three days."
Wang Dashan looked at the key on the officer's waist and licked his chapped lips.
That night, all five officials died suddenly, with sharpened branches stuck in their throats.
He walked into the snow-capped mountains in shackles and looked back in the direction of the capital.
"Mr. Kangxi, it's time for someone else to sit on this dragon chair."
In the distance, a group of cavalry with yellow flags were chasing after them following the blood trail.
