Only three days remain before he transmigrates to the Battle of Yashan, where the Song loyalists threw themselves into the sea.
He has become the son of Lu Xiufu, with no supernatural powers, no System, and no heaven-defying opportunities. He is merely an ordinary man trapped in a desperate situation.
The Yuan fleet closes in from every side. Waves tower over the sea, and the remnants of the Song court have reached the end of the road.
Everyone knows what is coming: a hundred thousand soldiers and civilians will throw themselves into the sea, and the Han dynasty’s legacy will sink into oblivion.
He cannot turn the fate of the nation around or drive back the enemy.
All he asks is not a title or a great empire, nor to single-handedly save the day.
He will use every ounce of an ordinary man’s wit and courage to protect a vestige of Chinese civilization on the eve of its destruction, to keep its flame alive and prevent its traditions of ritual and music from sinking beneath the waves into the South China Sea.
The sea stretches vast and boundless; the nation faces calamity.
Even as the tide of history turns against us, I will preserve the Han robes!
