During the Southern Song's flight south
My name is Xiao Ding. I transmigrated into the body of a household slave fleeing south during the Southern Song. Steal even a piece of bean cake, and they’ll chop off your fingers. At the end of my rope, the System “Doubao” activated, but all it gave me was a cold survival probability.
I crawled out of a heap of corpses on Ghost-Crying Ridge and scraped by in the black market at Shuanghe Market, clutching at every straw I could find. The veteran Han Yue taught me: in this world, if you want to live, you have to lie, and keep lying until everyone believes you.
I deceived local bullies, infiltrated the Yue Family Army, and eventually went alone to Mount Taihang, taking up the bloodstained banner of the “Eight Character Army.” The Jurchen cavalry and the court’s suspicions were both ladders for me to climb to the heavens.
“I’ll climb higher, one step at a time, one step at a time!”
“I’ll rise above everyone, become the hand that moves the pieces, become the only rule in this chaotic age!”
“I’ll show that fleeing Southern Song court who truly carries on the legitimate line of Huaxia!”
“I’ll make those Jurchen invaders remember: the bones of the Han people have not all been broken!”
“I’ll make the whole world know, ”
“This time, I’m the one who will decide the fate of the realm!”
