In the year 1805 of the Imperial Calendar, the war that would decide humanity's fate came to an end. Xun Qi, who had been forced to fight for five years the moment he transmigrated, left the devastated battlefield in a state more wretched than a crawl and returned to his happy home.
"Stay home too long and you'll waste away. Go out and get some fresh air."
Two years later, the girl at home said this to him in order to mend his shattered soul, then tearfully kicked him out the door.
Now more or less free again, he finally had the chance to take a proper look at this strange and mysterious world.
He planned to visit his old friends and comrades, meet some new descendants... I mean, confidantes, and develop a few friendships that weren't entirely innocent.
There was a provincial general, exceptionally dashing and stern, who sometimes looked lonely and thought of someone long gone. He was the spitting image of a certain something abandoned by its owner.
There was a Taoist woman who had come down from the mountain to travel and exorcise demons. She was skilled at physiognomy and divination, but spoke too bluntly and was too sharp-tongued, earning disapproving looks wherever she went.
There was a giant serpent who had cultivated to enlightenment and taken human form, forever hoping to strangle someone to death.
And then there was...
A princess of peerless beauty and ambition, determined to become the first female emperor since the dawn of creation.
A tragic beauty dressed in mourning, spending her days in tears and mourning her husband, who was still very much alive, as though he were dead. She had kept up the charade for two years.
And, while he was at it, he would kill every ungrateful wretch who had stabbed him in the back.
