I, a Feng Shui master in the former dynasty, was a scholar from a poor family, but the powerful prime minister forced me to use a sinister house as my residence.
Everyone said I was going to die, but I relied on my ancestral secret skills to transform the ghost house into a blessed place with dragon veins.
The prince tried to win over him, the vassal king tried to test him, and the emperor was sleepwalking and frightened. It turns out that the feng shui formation underground in the imperial city has long been broken, and the fate of the country for a hundred years depends on me.
The court is full of murderous intent, and the underground is mysterious and unpredictable.
I am not a chess piece, only a layout person.
But in this world, is it still worth saving?
