Let Me Cross Over to Those Bygone Days

Qin Zheng is the person in the world who best understands political maneuvering and strategy.

In his previous life, he used everyone he could

as a stepping stone to the path of a powerful minister.

Unfortunately, he wandered through a field of flowers, and every flower left him entangled in love.

The people he had used turned on him and tried to kill him.

The general who had committed countless murders for his sake wanted to tear out his heart and look at it. The civil official took off his robe and threatened to die unless Qin Zheng yielded. The eunuch who had exchanged flirtatious glances with him insisted he accompany him in death. Even the dying emperor issued an order for Qin Zheng to be buried with him.

Step by step, he rose to the position of chancellor. Everyone said he was kind-faced but cruel-hearted. In the end, this powerful minister met his death.

He had never grown a heart of flesh. His sins were too great, and no one could save him.

He died in the abyss of his own insatiable desires, and from the guilt he felt toward everyone in his previous life.

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He met himself as a slave more than ten years earlier. At thirteen, the boy gazed at freedom, so near yet beyond his reach, and vowed that if he ever escaped, he would shelter all the people under heaven and never again see battlefields soaked in blood.

But by seventeen, he had become a wretched, pitiful figure, using vile and shameless methods. He had become someone who would disregard others' lives to save his own, and gained the freedom he had longed for like a stagnant pool.

This kind-faced but cruel-hearted man was cold and unfeeling, unable to understand any emotion in the world.

Yet when the person who looked exactly like him was about to leave, he completely fell apart.

"If I learn how to love someone, will you love me?"

Everyone's favorite + narcissistic self-cest

The first life includes a non-virgin protagonist and multiple partners; lots of disposable male characters.

The second life focuses on a one-on-one mutual romance between the protagonist and his other self.

Screenshot taken on January 13, 2024

(A trial project for self-cest and mutual-attack stories. Everything is still undecided before the story begins.)

Moral: Don't begrudge yourself a drunken night among the flowers