Drama

Shi Changying died in the eighth year of her reign. When she opened her eyes again, it was four hundred years later. A foreign dynasty had massacred her subjects, defamed her name, and twisted her legacy. Later generations cursed her as a tyrant who plunged Jiuzhou into chaos.

She planned to clear her name and enjoy some good food — finally, a chance to lie low.

But her old officials had also been reborn. Without her keeping them in check, each had gone mad in their own way — and they easily recognized her.

The financial tycoon said coldly: “Your Majesty, if you abandon me, just kill me.”

— This was the young Grand Secretary who once overshadowed the court.

The Supreme General knelt: “Let me have the honor of aiding your ascension.”

— This was the general who had been granted every title imaginable.

The Xuan Sect priest smiled: “It's only been four hundred years. How could I forget Your Majesty?”

— This was the white-robed State Preceptor, unmatched in power.

The mysterious leader, tears in her eyes: “I was your pawn, but my heart was always yours.”

— This was the heroine who stood above tens of thousands.

The Empire's Twin Pillars, the Four Great Young Masters, the Five Chief Commanders, the Twelve Beauties… The finest minds of Da Xuan's golden age, reborn in the modern world.

The world watched as a group of unhinged geniuses appeared out of nowhere — and all bowed to a vicious eighteen-year-old girl.

Everyone: ???

Only that person, with phoenix eyes and a dragon's grace, said: “Only a monarch is fit for another monarch. Don't you agree?”

Oh, and there's also a historical figure from two thousand years ago who has come to the modern era.

No one speaks his name directly. They call him Emperor Chengtian — the young emperor who named Jiuzhou.