The East River Alliance is the world’s biggest clan. Its chief, Mei Changsu, arrived at the royal capital Jinling under the alias of Su Zhe. He brought with him storms of disturbances and fogs of mysteries.

A noble young master with dual identities, a Crown Prince and Prince Yu battling for the crown, the empire’s greatest warrior with the Royal Guards in his grasp, a beautiful princess who commands over the border’s cavalry…

Amongst these distinguished and powerful people, how did the inconspicuous Su Zhe become the heart of everything?

Could the hand behind the scenes of the whirlwind be the remnants of a previous storm?

Is he the young general who pursues enemies in snowy nights, or the shadowy tactician with a sickly body who won’t see old age?

He returns to the old place and reunites with old friends. He plots and schemes. What is he trying to achieve?

This is a story of dark conspiracies and brotherly bonds. Before this story reaches its end, perhaps you can change its course…

In this war-torn world, countless people are struggling for life and death.

Some people do it for rights, some do it for survival, and some do it for the world...

On that rainy day.

Luo Yan broke into this world so recklessly.

Holding a three-foot green sword in his hand, under the leadership of a group of snare killers, he hunted down a pregnant woman with a big belly.

Outside Haozhou City at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang found a boy, who became the Hongwu Emperor's right-hand man. He fought against the Yuan army, crossed the Yangtze River, defeated Chen Youliang, and conquered Zhang Shicheng. He founded the Ming Dynasty and restored the Yan and Yun regions.

I am everywhere.

From then on, the Hongwu Emperor established the Ming Dynasty without any regrets. The foundation of the Ming Dynasty was as solid as a rock.

Regarding the matter concerning Xiao Mingwang, we need to adopt a four-stage tactic.

First, we declared that nothing had happened.

Secondly, we say that something might have happened, but we don't need to do anything about it.

Again, we said perhaps we should do something, but unfortunately there was nothing we could do.

Finally, we regret that Xiao Mingwang sacrificed his life for his country. If only he had done something back then.

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Someone asked: As the most trusted minister of the founding emperor, how did you easily avoid the storms and enjoy your old age?

Zhang Ximeng humbly replied, "I am but a lowly public instrument of the Ming Dynasty, used to hold the fruits of Emperor Taizu's careful consideration!"

Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!

Throughout the entire Song Dynasty, the Yan and Yun regions were never recovered, and the Song Dynasty was constantly bullied by foreign enemies... As the Southern Song Dynasty was about to fall, he was determined to accomplish those great achievements that the entire Song Dynasty had failed to achieve.

At the end of the Xin Dynasty, Wang Mang's reforms failed, and the world was on the verge of chaos. The Red Eyebrows and Green Forest rebels raised their banners, and Liu Xiu and his brothers were determined to restore the Han Dynasty.

Reborn into such an era, what should one do?

The new house is decaying; without destruction, there can be no construction. Only those who come after can write it down with their great brushes!

PS: This is a story about time travelers battling the chosen ones of different planes.

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I am the youngest son of the somewhat defeated Yongyi Hou family.

There are two brothers and two sisters above.

Because eating noodles comes to this world of "cannibalism", it is to let the relatives in this life have a good life.