Zhao Kuangyin cannot die.
I once killed Zhao Kuangyin for someone else.
He wasn't holding a knife, he was organizing documents for someone to kill him. The ink is clean and organized, like editing a book, not harming a person. Then the world was in chaos for thirty more years.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the seventh year of Xian De.
Bianliang execution ground.
Zhao Kuangyin knelt in the snow, his knife already raised.
There is a volume of residual history in the palm of my hand, it can display words, but only the bad ending——
If you wear a yellow robe one night early, it means you are treasonous.
Huangpao is late for one night, which means civil strife.
If Zhao Kuangyin is alive, the world may not be at peace.
There is another line of words that burns in my palms and still hasn't gone away:
`The murderer: Gu Xingzhou. `
I had to save someone I had killed with my pen.
Watch the yellow robe fall on the right track and bring back the history that has gone astray.
But Can Shi never gives an answer.
Some people are secretly forging documents, tampering with old files, and hunting down insiders, forcing history to continue to drift into the abyss.
The closer I got to the truth, the more I realized that my sins had not ended—but had just begun.
When I finally snatched the person back from the knife, a new line of words slowly appeared in the remaining history:
`Gu Xingzhou is plotting rebellion and should be executed. `
