I Run Modeling Simulations in Ancient Times

Lin Yan worked in AI in his previous life. In this one, he transmigrated into the body of the most useless illegitimate son in the Marquis's household. He thought changing worlds was no different from building a new model in a different system. Policy essays were prompts, the court was a multi-agent game, and reform was system optimization. He deconstructed everything and planned for every contingency, rising from a useless fool to chief minister. Until he realized that no amount of planning could outwit death. The maid named Cuiwei was the first person after his transmigration to look him in the eye. She rarely spoke, offering information without judgment. She laid her six years of savings before him and left him an old lantern, saying, “It's dark on the road.” She followed him from the Marquis's estate to the capital, always standing ten paces behind him. He once asked why she never came closer. She didn't answer. Later, he found out. She had spent six years waiting for someone worth betting on. She had found him. Then she began calculating how much time she had left. She calculated more accurately than he did. “Six years ago, it was ten paces. Later, it was still ten paces.” After she was gone, he rose to the highest ranks of the court, then retired after accomplishing all he set out to do. Every evening, he warmed a bowl of porridge. The next day, he made a fresh one. The porridge was salty. It had been that way for years.