Two thousand years ago, he took an elixir of immortality and fell asleep in his mausoleum.
Two thousand years later, he opens his eyes beneath the gaze of the Terracotta Army.
He discovers that his empire has long since turned to dust.
He discovers that the truth about the burning of books and burying of scholars has been distorted for two thousand years.
He discovers that this world has 1.4 billion people, a hundred times more than the people of Qin.
He thinks this era no longer needs an emperor.
That is, until enemies lurking in the shadows begin baring their claws at this ancient nation.
Standing atop the Great Wall, gazing out at a world both strange and familiar, he says softly:
“My realm is mine to defend.”
It's a book worth reading. It's not as silly as other ancient people reacting to time travel literature. The ancients just didn't understand but weren't stupid. But it may not be suitable if it becomes a very long novel. I hope the author can persevere and please don't end with a bad ending.
A very special book. It is still very attractive after reading it. Come on ✊Author