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The Turmoil of the Qing Dynasty
A solitary lamp, A crescent moon hanging high, A beauty fair as jade, Rivers and mountains stretching for thousands of miles. A part-time guide at a small museum undergoes the most miserable transmigration in history. Returning from the dead and surviving against all odds, he vows to plunge the palace into chaos, topple the dynasty, and usher in an entirely new age, all by his own efforts Today I take up my mighty brush to rewrite the Spring and Autumn Annals. If the world is in such a state, wh
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Take an Emperor as Your Younger Brother
"Little brother, be good! Look at me, brother, as I destroy the Jin, drive away the Mongols, and restore China! Then, I will replace the Song Dynasty, mix the north and the south, and surpass the Han and Tang Dynasties!" "But... On behalf of the Song Dynasty? Brother, I am the emperor of the Song Dynasty!" "Little brother, be good! I will make you the King of Side by Side... I will make you the King of Song Dynasty. How about that?"
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How Can Heaven Allow the People to Be Led Astray?
Western Jin. Dark clouds, fierce winds, bronze drums among the brambles. Who has brought calamity upon the people? Me? Or Heaven? I cannot allow Heaven to bring calamity upon the people, and yet the flower is no longer a flower, and I am no longer myself. Eyes blazing, tears pouring, heart laid bare, blood spilled. Only by tempering sinew and bone, destroying this flesh, and etching my name into the annals of history can I write the Spring and Autumn Annals, in the hope of sparing the people and
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Jin Tempering
Executed by the cudgel from the start? I! Refuse! Back then, I didn’t know that this would not be the most painful moment of my life. I didn’t know that I would be reborn a second and a third time. I didn’t know that Heaven had secretly put a price on my fate and on the fate of Jin. I was laid upon the whetstone, ground and honed again and again. I would write the Spring and Autumn Annals with my flesh and blood. I would mend the rift in Heaven with my bones. The flower is no longer a flower. I
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