I Picked up Qin Shihuang in the War-Torn Republic of China

A thousand years and one simple, misplaced dual time and space. A drop of cinnabar blood leads to two encounters spanning thousands of years. In 2024, Ruan Qinghe, a girl from the Department of Archeology, traveled back to Fengtian, the precarious Republic of China in 1927, thanks to a family letter written by Ying Zheng. Mountains and rivers were shattered, Japanese invaders peeked into the territory, cultural relics were lost, and the troubled times were without glory. In the chaos of war, she retrieved the young emperor Ying Zheng who was trapped in a different world and at a loss. The ancient hero fell into the mortal world and transformed from the King of Qin who was in charge of the nine states to the Qin Hui who was sneaking around in troubled times, protecting the mountains and rivers with darkness. She also met Shen Kezhi, an academic kid who had returned from France and lurked to serve the country. He traveled all over the barren mountains and ridges to preserve the cultural context through archeology, went to his home and country with his original intention, and protected his homeland in silence for the future. The emperor of the pre-Qin Dynasty, the pure son of the Republic of China, and the newcomer of modern times. Three eras, three styles of character, meet in a troubled time. They were participants, bystanders, and later followers of history. Once they met in troubled times, they would join in the trouble with their own bodies, resist the flames of war with their flesh and blood, and save their country with their sincerity. The war burns the years, and the young man carries the mountains and rivers. Even if the times are misplaced and destiny is reversed, I am still willing to use my small body and shining light to protect the immortality of the Chinese culture and protect the eternal peace of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.