I Am Not Crazy Today

[No system, true strategy, no slowness, no brainlessness, fast pace, murder every step of the way, bloody swords, perspective of the pretender! Ever since he closed his eyes in a pool of blood in the Qianyuan Palace ten years ago, Li Yan knew that he could only be a madman in this life. Hungry, so hungry that there was a chill in the seams of his bones - but it was not a thirst for food, but a "hungry" that penetrated deep into his bones for the truth, for names, and for the order of mountains and rivers that were crushed before his eyes. No matter how much he pretends to be, no matter how much bad food he eats in the cold palace, or how many looks he gets, the fire in his heart is never really extinguished for a moment. Until the hemp rope on the execution ground snapped, he opened his "eyes" in the wind and snow, and finally smelled the smell of "food" - it was the smell of the enemy's blood, the smell of power, and... The smell of his own soul that he had lost for ten years. After that, he discovered that this seemingly impregnable Chang'an of the New Dynasty was filled with familiar and unfamiliar "odors": the cold female doctor who hid the blood of an old friend in the fragrance of the medicine, the blind storyteller who played the secrets of the palace from the sound of the three strings, and even the minister who always kept water in the court... No! He is not from the same group as them! They are chess players, spectators, and vested interests. And he is the "madman" who was thrown out of the chessboard ten years ago, and he is back today to overturn the entire chess table with his own hands - the "executor"! (Not much nonsense, I can't read the first three chapters. I will go back and be crazy for another ten years for Li Yan!)