In the sixth year of the Xifeng era, Jia Cong, heir to a family of martial arts masters, transmigrates into the world of Dream of the Red Chamber as its one and only variable.
He forcefully carves a new branch into the river of fate that had long been set in stone. From then on, the world beyond the two mansions and Grand View Garden gradually unfolds before him.
They say, “The humble room is now an empty hall; once, court caps filled every bed. Withered grass and dying poplars, once the stage for song and dance.” A dream of the Red Chamber, a phantom flower in a dream; the many things of this world are mine to write.
They say, “The sun and moon shine together upon heaven and earth.” Jia Cong laughs aloud: “Let us drink ourselves senseless. Let those two celestial wheels spin past as they will.”
When success is achieved and he looks back, the mountains and rivers will still bear the spirit of heroes. Let us climb to the highest place and sit at ease. The east is within our borders; the west is within our borders too.
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