My name is Lu Ming. I’m an ordinary security guard working the night shift at the Museum of the Nanyue King of the Western Han dynasty.
That is, until one night, I touched a phone in a display case that shouldn’t have existed. It had no brand logo or charging port, yet its screen displayed an unread message that had traveled across two thousand years.
“Who are you? Why has my realm changed so much?”
The sender claimed to be Ying Zheng.
I thought the First Emperor of Qin was trying to scam me, until one message plunged the entire museum into darkness and the ancient chime bells began to ring on their own. That was when I realized the phone wasn’t connected to a cell tower, but to a Qin dynasty on the verge of collapse.
The First Emperor’s empire was crumbling in our history, while he, two thousand years in the past, stood bewildered, with no idea why.
To stay alive, I became the Qin Empire’s first “modern adviser.” I taught the Qin dynasty how to make cement, produce glass, dig canals, and provision the army. Every message was a key that could defy fate.
But I never expected that when I helped the First Emperor repair the first imperial highway, the world before my eyes would begin to change too.
