Chapter 181
In the dead of night, on the wilderness outside Baishui Pass, the sound of war drums abruptly tore through the
Su Muichen had always felt that his life was a joke.
His mother died young, his father despised him, and even his name had been chosen carelessly.
When he grew up, he relied on himself to get into medical school. After finally graduating, he was preparing to begin work at a hospital.
But then he suddenly received devastating news.
His father, stepmother, and younger half-brother had fled overseas to escape their debts, only to all die in a plane crash.
What they left him was not an inheritance, but tens of millions in debt.
And an ancestral run-down shop that was about to be auctioned off by the court—the Guichen Studio.
On the very first night after he took over the shop,a man dressed in ancient-style clothing, covered in blood and holding a long sword, suddenly broke into the store.
The man’s name was Xiao Yuan.
He came from a dynasty that did not exist anywhere in recorded history.
What Su Muichen did not know was—from this night onward,a transaction spanning a thousand years was about to change the fate of two worlds.
In the dead of night, on the wilderness outside Baishui Pass, the sound of war drums abruptly tore through the
The winds of the northern frontier made the heavy curtains of the central military tent flap violently. Before the desk,
When Lan Ningcheng went to Prince Yi’s bedchamber as usual that morning, he found it empty. Today was Xiao Ying’s
The battlefield first began to take shape in Su Mucheng’s mind in the form of sound. Not the clang of
Deep inside the archives in the central courtyard of the Imperial Clan Court, the air was thick with the scent
Helian Cang stood before the enormous sand table, his brows knitted tightly. On the sand table, the little red flags
Several months ago, at a drinking party, Li Ziao had met Lord Yuexi for the first time. That evening, Lord
“Creak—” The carved wooden door was gently pushed open. Xiao Ying entered first, with Lan Ningcheng following close behind. Xiao
The discussion came to an end. Lan Ningcheng understood the look Xiao Ying gave him and silently bowed before withdrawing
The war in the third month had quietly entered the middle of its second month. Only a month and a