Bianjing in Turmoil: From Son-in-Law to Chancellor

“Cough, cough...” A violent cough surged up from his throat, carrying a rusty, metallic tang. Zhao Yan clutched his chest and curled up tighter. He didn’t belong in this era. Three days ago, he had been a project director at an internet company in the twenty-first century. After dying suddenly from overwork, he opened his eyes to find himself in the third year of Xining, during the Northern Song dynasty, as a live-in son-in-law in the city of Bianjing, a man named “Zhao Yan.”