After transmigrating to the Han Dynasty, Lin An becomes the palace horse keeper in Weiyang Palace, a job where he could lose his head at any moment.
His immediate superior is a master of passing the buck, and he also has to serve Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, whose authority shakes the four seas and who can wipe out three generations of a clan on a whim.
Fortunately, he comes equipped with a “Universal Translator” cheat. Every sound in the world is something he can understand.
The Ferghana horse that has refused to eat for three days, throwing the whole court into a panic, is furiously shouting at its feed trough:
“Get me some snowmelt from the Tianshan Mountains! This well water tastes like dirt. Are you trying to poison me, the king?”
Lin An quietly changes the water and, in the process, saves his own skin.
The Xiongnu delegation proudly presents a diplomatic letter written in “Heavenly Wolf Script.” Every high-ranking official in the hall is stumped, and Liu Che laughs in a rage.
Huddled in a corner, Lin An hears every word. The letter clearly says: “Old Liu Che, wash your neck and wait. Send your daughter over to wash my feet.”
Dragged before the throne, he straightens his clothes and solemnly starts making things up:
“Your Majesty, the Chanyu says he greatly admires the splendor of the Han, wishes to forge a marriage alliance, and reveres the Han princess as a goddess.”
Then he turns to the ashen-faced envoy and whispers in fluent Xiongnu court dialect:
“Go back and tell your Chanyu that if he runs his mouth again, I’ll shove this letter down his throat.”
From understanding animal speech and avoiding an assassination in Shanglin Park to deciphering ancient artifacts and restoring lost martial arts, he even intercepts military intelligence from a thousand miles away by listening to the wind.
He only wanted to keep his head down, coast along in the bureaucracy, and wait for death. Instead, he accidentally became the Han Empire’s most mysterious “human translation machine.”
Liu Che looks at this young man, who can always hear “voices from beyond,” and his gaze shifts from suspicion to dependence:
“Lin An, what did that eagle flying in from the west just say?”
He is very good, not like other reviews say