Xie Ji farmed, washed dishes, and hid from drunkards at the foot of Nanping Mountain. His biggest ambition was to save money to buy two acres of paddy field.
It wasn't until the thirty-fifth year of Ming Dynasty that the late emperor died violently. A group of imperial troops marched through the rainy night in Meizhou, knelt in front of him and called him "Your Highness".
The Qi Kingdom in the north has Chen Bing, Jingchu in the south has changed hands, there has been a severe drought for three years in the western plains, floods have occurred in the eastern hills, local clans are intertwined, and all the princes in the court have their own agendas. The shell of this prosperous dynasty is still there, but the inside is already empty.
Xie Ji did not want to be emperor. He first wanted to know why Uncle Bai always said "the taste of power" when he was drunk; why people in the village where he was raised sold their sons and daughters every year; why the people worked hard all their lives and could not even wait for a bowl of porridge in the disaster years.
Pei Xuandu was the sword left to him by the late emperor, and he was also the most harmless smiling fox in the entire dynasty.
The two went from testing each other to entering the game side by side. One learned to grind his kindness into rules, and the other learned to put his sharp edge into the palm of his hand.
In troubled times, it is too cold, and someone must keep the fire.
Purpose: Idealism never dies