Lu Qinghe stayed up late to study the commentary version of "Dream of Red Mansions". When he woke up, he turned out to be Jia Qing, the unlucky guy who had just been beaten to death by Xue Pan in the branch of Jia's family.
Both of his parents died, and he was living under someone else's roof. He only had two liang per month, and even the servants could step on him.
Everyone was waiting to see how he died. But they didn't know that inside this body was an old scholar who had studied the history of the Ming and Qing Dynasties for twelve years.
Jia Qing dusted himself off and stood up: Now that I'm here, don't expect me to follow the script.
Is Jia Mansion going to fall? Destroying the east wall to make up for the west wall will last as long as one day. King Zhongshun wants to fight? Come and see who is the real Machiavellian player. Is Jia Yucun going to be overcast? What a coincidence, I know all about your dirty stuff.
He thought he was going to fight alone, until the rumored Wang Shuirong of Beijing, who was as gentle as jade, reached out to him again and again.
"Jia Qing, you owe me what you owe me, and it will take your whole life to pay it back."
From the old dream of Jinling to the new sky of Nanyang, from a humble sideline to the most powerful person in the world, he changed the story and moved his heart.
But he didn't expect that this man who was supposed to live only a few lifetimes would end up being the only place he recognized for two lifetimes.
