The Residual Dream Illuminates the Emperor's Path

When the Great Yong Apocalypse arose, the capital was covered with wind and snow. Outside the ancestral hall of the Prince's Palace, he knelt down until his bones and blood were cold, just to beg for a bowl of soup to save his mother. But in the end, all he got was his mother's unjust death of illness, his aunt's mother's cold eyes, his aunt's brother's humiliation, and he himself became weak and disposable. On the night of my mother's death, when I was on the verge of death, countless broken futures broke into the sea of consciousness—— It was the fate that he was supposed to die a cowardly and miserable death, it was the flames that destroyed the palace, it was the bloodshed in the court, the princes killing each other, it was the beacon smoke of the coming troubled times. He is not a visitor from another world, but Xiao Chen who died once. I used to be cowardly and humble, but now my destiny has changed. With the help of broken dreams and broken shadows, one can glimpse the secrets of heaven, endure the most suffering in the world, and hold the blade of revenge. What the Xiao family owed him, he wanted to recover with interest. In the chess game of the Eastern Palace, he wanted to break it with his own hands. A helpless concubine rose up from the cold and used his residual dreams as a lamp to illuminate a journey to the throne that no one dared to take.