Fusu: New Qin Dynasty

Lu Chen, a doctor of history, woke up and became Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty. The arrow wound on his forehead was still bleeding, Hu Hai sneered in the dark, Zhao Gao guarded the door, and Qin Shihuang said, "It's harmless for brothers to play around." A young man who was despised by his father, framed by his younger brother, and regarded as a thorn in the side of powerful ministers, was lying on a dilapidated couch in the cold palace, with only a little maid who could cry beside him. Everyone knows his ending - death, suicide, death with hatred. But Lu Chen is not the original Fu Su. He spent six years studying the Qin Dynasty and memorized every key node: when Zhao Gao usurped the imperial edict, when Li Si wavered, when the Xiongnu went south, when Xiang Yu raised his troops, and when Liu Bang came on stage. These are not history, they are his trump cards. But knowing doesn't mean being able to do it. The inertia of history is more difficult to change than the Yellow River. If you say the wrong thing, you will die. He has no soldiers, only a lame old soldier guarding the treasury, an orphan girl who sold her body to bury her father, and a brain from more than two thousand years later. Starting from the forgotten Zhangtai side hall, starting from the old archives that no one cares about, he will lay out the chess game step by step: eliminate Zhao Gao, suppress Li Si, accept Han Xin, surrender Liu Bang, and meet Xiang Yu. He wanted Da Qin's cavalry to cross the Yin Mountains, pass through Hexi, and reach the Western Regions. But Fusu soon discovered that the most difficult thing about rewriting history is not defeating the enemy, but defeating the arrogance of "you think you know everything." This is an extreme game between modern rationality and ancient power. It's not that you are invincible by traveling through time, but that you are alone in the abyss and light your own lamp. He is not here to inherit the empire. He is here to rewrite the Empire.