My name is Su Mu, or rather, my name is Su Che now.
Che, crystal clear.
A ridiculous name, my current life is as muddy as a puddle of mud.
The bluestone road of the Imperial College was washed by the rain and shone brightly. I was wearing a student robe that had been washed white, and I blended in with the crowd and was inconspicuous at all. Surrounded by the future pillars of the Great Xia Kingdom, noble disciples were gathered in small groups, well-dressed, talking loudly, with innate arrogance on their brows.
I lowered my head and clenched the crumpled admission documents in my hand. This is the identity and opportunity I obtained through the black market with the only ancient jade from the former dynasty left in the South Vietnamese treasury. Su Che, a poor student from a remote state capital, came from a poor family but was very talented and was recommended by the local government to Beijing.
What a perfect disguise.
"Hey, new guy, you stepped on my shoes."
A sharp voice exploded in my ears, I stopped and raised my head.
