Consciousness rises and falls, like drowning.
The biting cold, the thick smell of blood, and the rust-like sweetness in the throat rushed into the remaining senses. The last thing that stood before his eyes was the ferocious cornices and brackets of the royal study, twisted and deformed in the firelight and splashing blood. Brother Wang's gentle and elegant face, just a few feet away, was reflected like an evil ghost by the cold blade light. And her... When she rushed over, the red on her snow-white sleeves suddenly spread, like the most desperate plum blossoms in the cold winter.
Pain, hatred, and unwillingness all end up in a void of silence that swallows everything.
He died on the night of taking the blood of his direct descendant, and when he opened his eyes, he was twenty years old again, becoming the most unpopular bastard in Zhenbei Palace.
In this life, he turned the intrigues of palace battles into battlefield strategies and saved Princess "White Moonlight" who should have died tragically.
The beautiful female general presses him step by step, but the cold and arrogant eldest princess of the enemy country secretly sends a secret blood alliance.
While the dignitaries in the capital were still deriding him as a "barbarian common man", he had quietly grasped the overwhelming power that could overthrow the dynasty.
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