He was once the number one scholar in other people's poems, the youngest pavilion elder in the Dajing Dynasty, and the "Son of Destiny" designated by the system.
It wasn't until his last glance in front of the Wangxiang Terrace that he saw clearly that the splendid and prosperous age was nothing but a mirror and a moon in the water;
The white moonlight that was casually promised has already transformed into a Rakshasa;
And the [Wen Qi System] that accompanies him day and night and helps him become a prince and prime minister is actually an extraterrestrial demon that sucks the despair of all living beings!
Once he woke up from his dream, Shen Yan crawled back to the world from the pile of dead bones.
There is no fairy spirit here, only the muddy Qingyutan Pier, only the coolies working hard for a mouthful of rotten rice, and the weird ghosts watching in the dark.
In his previous life, he controlled the country with his pen and ink, but in this life, he can only sweat like rain and carry sacks.
In this life, he doesn't want immortality, he just wants to live.
But that lookout tower always reminded him when he dreamed back at midnight——
"Shen Yan, the debt you owe has not yet been repaid."
