"I don't know how to lie."
Shen Zhao, who said this, was the most arrogant dude in the capital. He had not bowed to anyone in twenty years.
When he woke up, he was dressed as the worst beggar in ancient times. It's also tied into a system——
Ahimsa? He leaves his opponents to their own devices.
Don't lie? He specializes in picking out the truth to prick his lungs.
Not a saint? The system was compromised by him.
He took advantage of loopholes in the rules, brought beggars to do takeaways, exchanged truth for financing, used the government as a backer, and worked his way into the court from the bottom step by step.
Everyone thought he was a somewhat clever beggar.
Until he met someone.
That man looked exactly like him—pale, sickly, and sitting in a wheelchair, but his eyes were like a poisoned knife.
"You are my chosen substitute."
Shen Zhao smiled: "Substitute? No. I'm here to flip the table."
Later, the person who said he wanted to die for him became his only opponent.
Later, the person who plotted against him blocked the fatal blow for him.
Later, the entire court was brought down by these two lunatics with the same face.
They are each other's mirror image, each other's chess game, each other's retreat.
There is no other person in the world who understands each other better than them.
Intention: Destiny sets up the situation, and rules restrict people. Self-interest can also preserve good, and there is no need to sacrifice for coexistence. Even if we are trapped in a chess game and shackles, people always have the right to choose to rewrite their destiny and help each other.