How would you live if you knew you had thirteen years left to live?
Lin Xi knew.
In his previous life, he was the humblest scribe at the foot of the imperial city. He died on the "Night of the Falling Stars" trying to save a child. After his death, due to a trace of royal bloodline that was so thin that it almost didn't exist, his soul was entangled in the huge web of national destiny. He was not allowed to die or reincarnate, and could only wander around the world as a dead soul for thirteen years.
He witnessed with his own eyes:
Under the dragon chair, the mind power of all people was refined into the elixir of immortality for the emperor;
Above the Golden Palace, the souls of the royal bloodline become the fuel of the country after death;
And the volume of "The Deduction of All Things" suspended deep in the ancestral mausoleum does not record the exercises, but the horrifying account book of how a dynasty systematically devoured its people and descendants.
Until he was reborn as the seventh prince Yan Jingxi - a marginalized prince whose mother's family was executed and who could not save himself.
The new Lin Xi has only two choices:
Or, like other princes, fight for power in power schemes, eventually sit on the throne, become a new generation of "soul eaters", and continue this cycle of sin.
Or, use this broken body and limited lifespan as fuel, and play a game of chess with life in the gap between the court and the world of immortality.
"I grant you eternal life at the cost of the souls of your descendants."
"That minister shattered this eternal throne."
——This is a crazy game of betting on the future of a dynasty with thirteen years of life.
