“Every page is filled with absurd words, every line with bitter tears. They say the author is a fool, but who can understand what lies within?”
A literature graduate student in the new century had been pulling all-nighters for days, writing a thesis on Dream of the Red Chamber.
In the blink of an eye, he was reborn in the world of Dream of the Red Chamber as Jia Jue, the nonexistent second son of the Ningguo Mansion. A letter from his father, Jia Jing, dumped the position of clan head right onto his shoulders.
[Cultivate Yourself]: At least the compulsory education of his previous life gave him the skills to govern.
His sixteen years living in a Taoist temple in this life gave him a mastery of martial arts.
[Manage the Family]: Sweep the verminous servants and corruption out of the mansion, and put the mad Jia Baoyu in his place.
[Govern the Realm]: Let peace and prosperity reign at court, and sweep the Mongols and Jurchen from beyond the borders! Since Heaven brought me here,
I say Lin Daiyu will not die, and she will not die.
I say the Jia family will not fall, and fall it will not!
I say Great Xia will not perish, so the Jurchen and Mongols will be wiped out!
