The Rest of My Life in a Dog Cave: from Scholar to Imperial Master

On the night when the prime minister's family was exterminated, eight-year-old scholar Lin Yuan was hiding in a dog hole and heard someone outside saying: "The book boy can be considered a breath of life, not left behind." He has no immortal bones, cannot cultivate immortality, has no backer, and is not a son of destiny. In order to survive, he crawled into a dog hole, lay on a corpse cart, hid in a village, stuffed half of a burnt roster into the soles of his worn shoes, and stole a name from the dead man's old file - Yi Qi. From that day on, there was one less scholar in the prime minister's house in the world, and one more living person who was written to death on the corpse sheet but was still breathing among the dead. While others practiced swordplay, he learned to copy corpse sheets. When others seek immortality, he checks household registers, reads confessions, counts grain books, and records old accounts. Later he realized that the most capable person in the world is not necessarily a knife. A corpse list, a page of household registration, a confession, and an official seal can all turn a living person into a dead person. In this life, Lin Yuan only wants to do one thing: Mortals can die, but they cannot die without a name.