She went from being a national teacher to a nameless orphan named "An" in troubled times. His left leg was completely broken, and all he had in his arms was an engraved stone and a pair of eyes that could see through the heavens.
On the night when the new emperor ascended the throne, everyone was slaughtered, and she was pushed off the cliff. When she opened her eyes again, the chaotic world of blood and fire she predicted had already arrived.
"Tianji is dead," she crushed the Guanyin soil in her hand, "from now on, I am the variable."
From a refugee leader to a prince, she used people's hearts as a chess piece to reshape her own rules on the scorched earth of a dynasty destined to overthrow.
Until that day, on the crumbling dragon throne, the new emperor received a scroll of star maps sent by the rebels. The star in the picture is dim, and next to it is a line of handwriting that he was familiar with until his death:
"Your Majesty, the stars above your head fell three years ago."
"And the gravedigger who sent it on its last journey - was me."
