Goldfinger in Captivity: the Chosen Ancient's Guide to Self-Rescue

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the seventeenth year of Tianshun, Fu Changlin, the eldest son of Prince Su, came to Beijing and was granted the title. He was stabbed through the right side of his ribs by a fire-breathing iron pipe in the alley of his home. The assassin was a salesman who couldn't even hold a knife. At the critical moment that night, a dream god suddenly appeared in my mind. System vs ancients, if you want to understand each other, can you only be positioned as "Baojiaxian"? Hajifu, you guy. The immortal shows the way and wants you to raise the dead man. Oh, yes, you are pointing to those who have traveled through time, those who have been reborn, and those with golden fingers. The world line is skewed? If it's crooked, just fix it. You can circle it all for them and put it in your own house. What is the point of raising a dead person? It is necessary to accurately locate pain points, give emotional value, and then consolidate the material foundation... What? Are you saying that he wants both and wants more? Then strangle it to death and send it back. Are 2,000 college students still worried about not being able to find it? System: You have been cultivating this world line, but how did you become the regent with all the power in the world? Fu Changlin: Stop asking questions. The new guy said he just wore it and said he was the best at twisting his waist. [Overhead/system/strategy/slightly slow/single female protagonist]