As a descendant of Guanshanke, Lu Zhao can predict the world, but he cannot predict his own fate.
Seven years ago, he drew for himself the death hexagram "the barrier is water", which was extremely bad and meant that there would be no life for ten deaths.
In order to seek a chance for survival, he went into the palace as an aide anonymously, watching with cold eyes as the fate of the dynasty unfolded like boiling soup and oil, waiting for the opportunity.
Until the legendary mute prince, who committed seven murders and was deposed sooner or later, crawled into his courtyard covered in blood and held on to the corners of his clothes.
Lu Zhao looked at those wolf-like eyes, and the copper coins suddenly rang between his fingers——
The hexagram image actually changed at this moment.
Pretty good, exciting.