Once he traveled through time, he became a powerless criminal.
I knelt outside Chengtian Gate all day and night, and no one came to ask a question.
This man-eating capital is crushing ants like him every day.
But Chen Mu smiled - he studied dynastic politics and knew how to play this game best.
There is no golden finger, no system, and no backer.
There is only a cool to cold mind and a twenty-four history.
Aristocratic family? Eunuch? Civil servant? A feudal town?
Let's see how he turns everyone into pawns step by step.
"Either die, or turn your hands into clouds and rain - I choose the latter."
