Dressed as Gao Qiu, who had been crucified for eternity, he opened his eyes and knelt under the torture knife. The whole palace wanted to kill him, but he had history books in his mind, and he turned the tables with just three words, in exchange for three thousand cavalrymen surviving for three years.
But the funnel of the world was rattling in his mind, and the countdown to Jingkang never stopped. Three years was enough for him to wear the skin of a sycophant, and it was enough for him to take one hundred and eight generals into his sect one by one; six years was enough for him to overthrow Cai Jing, seize military power, and replace Bianjing's city wall with his own shield.
What he wanted was never to clear Gao Qiu's name. What he wants is to rewrite "Jingkang Chronicle" with his own hands in these six years.
Founding kings are never born. He was forced out step by step with a knife on his neck.
