History is like a sword and memory is a sheath. What is hidden in the sheath is the edge of the enemy.
In 350 BC, Tian Bijiang was born in the palace of the King of Qi. He is the son of King Wei, the future King Xuan of Qi, with noble blood, and he is sitting in the prosperity of Linzi. No one knows that there is another soul awakened in this body from two thousand years later, which also carries a cold and bone-chilling memory belonging to "Heifu", a minor official in Nanjun County of Qin State.
That's not a gift, it's a curse. It is the engraved marks on the bamboo slips, the burnt smell of gunpowder smoke on the battlefield, and the ant-like struggle and fear under the harsh Qin law. He is familiar with how the war machine that is about to crush the Six Nations operates efficiently, and he was even an insignificant cog in it.
Thus, during the Warring States Period, the most absurd dilemma came: a soul who was half a prince of Qi and half a minor official of Qin. There is no deeper knowledge of the enemy than this; no greater suffering than this.
He saw his father and the officials reveling in the victory over Maling, but the war drums of the Qin army were ringing in his heart; he heard the Jixia Academy talking about "benevolent government" and "kingly ways", but what trembled in his bones was the echo of Qin's laws that "the laws are consistent and the rewards and punishments are clear." When the Qin State polished Nanjun into a steel nail piercing Guandong, and used the poisonous plan to attack Chu, the Dukes of Gungun in the Manchu Dynasty were either greedy for immediate gains, or ignorant of the long-term disaster.
Only he, Tian Bijiang, was torn apart by two memories under the candlelight of Lan Tai in the deep palace. He was afraid of the machine he had been loyal to, and he was even more afraid that his motherland would turn into dust under its iron heel. Defend my country with the enemy's sword; resist my soul with my blood.
