Xu You opened his eyes from unconsciousness, glimpsing a thin trail of blood seeping across his chest and abdomen. He gazed around in confusion, only to witness an era forever stained by blood. Witness how the cunning leader who once dominated the financial world in his previous life now rises amid chaos in Jiangzuo, ascends to lofty heights, schemes within the halls of power, determines the fate of the realm, unifies the North and South, and ushers in a golden age. This is a tale of sun and moon, yin and yang, sovereign and subject, North and South, Buddhism and Daoism, nobility and commoners. With cool deliberation, it examines history; with trembling awe, it critiques the players. It is lighthearted and intriguing—a captivating journey through the tides of time..

This is the tale of a peerless beauty confronting a rebellious prince of the royal family. Her sister-in-law once told her, “Whoever makes the first move loses.” She was the one to open the game, yet she could not afford to lose. Xu Guiyi, renowned as the greatest beauty of Jiangdong, unexpectedly caught the eye of the Empress and was commanded to marry into the Eastern Palace. However, on the eve of her grand wedding, she discovered that the Crown Prince... harbored... an unusual preference for men? Her sister-in-law asked, “Will you still marry him?” Xu Guiyi was perplexed, yet deeply shocked, and replied, “Yes!” If she did not marry, how could the game begin? After becoming the Crown Princess, everyone advised her to be cautious of the prince’s childhood companion, the favored consort who grew up alongside him in the Eastern Palace. Yet as Xu Guiyi observed, the prince’s childhood companion was also her own. But in the end, she realized she was mistaken; those who needed to be guarded against must still be guarded. [To be continued].

Li Wensheng traversed into a parallel world, returning to an era where every inch of land was stained with blood, and awakened a mysterious system. A year later, the devastating Battle of Shanghai unfolded before his eyes, and in a moment of impulse, he accepted a hell-level mission: to journey to the island nation and assassinate the emperor. (This novel does not depict the Communist Party; those who mind, please be cautious!).

In the early years of the Republic of China, as dawn gently broke, a chill lingered in the early spring morning. Yet the North Bund of Shanghai was already bustling with life—laborers hauling goods, stevedores unloading cargo, and people waiting for others, each busy with their own affairs. Among them was Ying Xi, detective at the Old Zha Police Station of the Shanghai International Settlement. He was a man in his twenties, with prominent brow bones and deep-set eyes. His short hair was slightly disheveled, and the stubble along his jaw lent him a rugged handsomeness, wild yet striking. Dressed in a police uniform, Ying Xi leaned against the rear seat of a propped-up bicycle, his leather shoes casually slipped halfway onto his feet. The buttons of his uniform were undone, and the holstered pistol at his waist flashed intermittently into view. He faced the river, his profound gaze fixed on the distant horizon..