The silver terraces and golden palaces were like a dream, while Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han waited in vain.
(Fictional story. Do not repost. Many logic bugs. The author is sensitive, so please don't criticize.)
This is a clichéd transmigration trope.
Blurb One:
"If I could become like the Yellow Emperor, I'd consider leaving my wife and children as easy as slipping off my shoes!"
After Liu Che voiced his lament atop Mount Tai, he lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, the world had changed completely.
"Liu Lang." A strange woman's voice rang out.
Liu Che: ?
He learned that the woman was the First Emperor's mother, the famous Empress Dowager Zhao. He looked at the young King of Qin before him, smiling without warmth.
Liu Che: !
Ying Zheng: Hah.
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Blurb Two:
The autumn wind rustled, and the night was cool as water.
The King of Qin had already swept away his rival states and should have been triumphant. But at that moment, he sat alone in a minister's home, his brow furrowed with worry.
The owner of the house had already passed away, a person whose face and deeds were both blurred and indistinct.
A flower reflected in a mirror, the moon reflected in water; a mirage on the horizon.
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Important points:
1. A fantastical story throughout, but the ending returns to the historical timeline. (Leaning toward a bad ending.)
2. Extremely melodramatic, pure crack pairing romance.
Theme: Pure crack pairing, no particular theme
