In the late winter of the seventh year of Yong'an, the whole family of the Yongning Hou Mansion was executed. The eldest son Shen Yan was personally beheaded by his best friend and his body was abandoned in a mass grave.
Reborn from the blood and mud, he returned to the age of fifteen, his family had not yet been overthrown, and his enemies were still laughing and drinking the celebratory wine.
In the previous life, I was gullible and hypocritical, mistaking jackals and wolves for my siblings; in this life, there are only cold blades in my eyes, and murderous intentions are always hidden in my sleeves.
Inside, there is the moth-like third uncle secretly devouring the family property, outside there is Zhou Xian's plot, Gu Yunzhou stabs him in the back, and there is even the prince and the imperial power stirring up the situation behind the scenes.
Shen Yan stroked the old scar on his index finger and tapped his fingertips on the scabbard:
"I owe my Shen family three hundred and seventy-three lives. This debt must be recovered with interest."
He laid secret chess, recruited dead soldiers, built an intelligence network, and went from killing people in the palace to plotting in the court, and then to the wilderness.
The great surprise attack from the north is spying, the Holy Maiden from the south is hiding her secrets, the Jinzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is as rich as the enemy -
In this chess game, he, Shen Yan, is not only the chess player, but also the one who wants to overturn the chess board!
"Do you all think that you have a chance to win?" Shen Yan stood on the mountain of corpses and smiled at the changing mood of the situation. "It's a pity that the rules of this game will be decided by me from today on."
