On the night Qin Shi Huang died, every light in the Xianyang Palace went out. Everyone believed that this emperor of the ages had been laid to rest at Mount Li. No one knew that for decades he had tested every ancient remedy he could find, finally discovering a way to prolong his life.
He ordered his most loyal artisans to build an army of terracotta warriors, then hid his real self deep underground. Two thousand years later, as the mausoleum opened to the public, he awoke among the dust and stone figures, changed into ordinary clothes, and stepped into a modern city for the first time.
The subjects who once knelt before him had long since become history, and the once-mighty Qin Empire had dwindled to a few lines in a textbook. Faced with skyscrapers, traffic, and the internet, he began learning how to conceal his identity and gradually met people willing to treat him like an ordinary man.
But when a terracotta warrior identical to him was rediscovered in a museum, his peaceful life was only just beginning.
