The day I got out of prison, the whole city was betting on how many days I'd survive.
After all, three years ago I was the capital's number-one playboy. Now I was nothing but a cripple whose cultivation had been crippled.
That is, until I opened a coffin shop in the west of the city.
The richest man's daughter made a late-night reservation: "For myself."
The general's only son knelt and begged: "For my father."
Even the emperor's spies lined up outside.
But they had no idea that during those three years in the imperial prison,
I had already seized control of the lifeblood of the entire Great Yu Dynasty.
