Li Chengqian was sitting in front of the rosewood table at the top. He was dressed in moon-white uniform, with dark hair tied up in a jade crown. His face was handsome, and his eyes were so calm that he didn't look like a fourteen-year-old boy. His fingers gently tapped the volume of "Ode to Praise" that had just been unfolded on the desk. His fingertips were slightly cold, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
Just yesterday, he woke up from a high fever that lasted for three days, with a memory from a thousand years later deep in his soul. That memory clearly recorded his future life: he was plagued by foot ailments, his temperament changed drastically, he failed to fight for the right to the throne with Wei King Li Tai, and was eventually deposed as a commoner, exiled to Qianzhou, and died in depression.
