In Renjia Town in the Republic of China, the eldest young master of the Jiang family woke up in the morning light. The maid Yi'er knocked on the door three times before hearing an answer. When I entered, I had already finished washing myself and looked in the mirror - this face was strikingly similar to the one in my previous life, but there was a hint of depression between the brows. At the dinner table, my father sent a message: I want you to go to the front hall to discuss something important. I lowered my head and took a bite of the glutinous rice cake, and suddenly there was a soft sound in my head. The blood of a person holding back treasure cannot be used just for free food.
