Reborn with a Knife: First, I Behead a Grand Tutor as an Offering to Heaven

In the sixth year of the Xuanhe era, the lanterns of Bianjing's Fanlou glowed warmly, while the letter of state in the Jin envoy's sleeve already carried a chill.

Meng Yuanlao had just written the four characters “Dreams of the Eastern Capital” when the northern wind began to carry the iron scent of Youzhou.

Ru ware in celadon glaze was coming out of the kiln. The artisans bent close to listen to the sound of its crackle, calling it “golden threads,” unaware that it was the first fissure in a golden age.

Court intrigues went on as usual. Zhang Zeduan was still painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival, and Li Shishi put away her gold hairpin after singing a new song.

Except for Chen Jinxing.

He knew how the snow and wind would pour into this city that never slept, and how bloodstains would spread across its green mountains and rivers.

Reborn three times, what he wanted to save was not the dynasty, but the people.

This last time, he would not mend the heavens.

He would mend the human world.