Fui rebaixado a Bei Liang e criei a invencível Cavalaria Dragão da Grande Neve!

“Chirp chirp—”
“Chirp chirp—”
Several little mice crawled over a man covered in blood. As their tails continuously brushed against his nose, a sneeze burst forth.
“Ah-choo—”
“Hiss—”
“It hurts so much—”
After the sneeze came agonized groans.

An indescribable pain coursed through him, as if every bone in his body had been shattered inch by inch, then haphazardly pieced back together. Each breath tugged at the tearing agony in his back and hips.

Ye Xuan forced his heavy eyelids open, his vision taking a long moment to focus.

Before him was a moss-covered stone wall. A tiny window, barely a foot square, was set high up, letting in faint and pale light that barely illuminated the dust dancing in the air.

Beneath him lay cold, damp straw, reeking of mildew.

This place was... a prison cell?

A buzzing confusion filled Ye Xuan’s mind, his face etched with disbelief.

Wasn’t he supposed to be at the top floor of his financial empire’s skyscraper, analyzing the global economic trends for the next quarter? How had he ended up in such a godforsaken place?

Before he could fully grasp this, a flood of memories not his own surged violently into his mind like a dam breaking.

A searing headache made him groan softly.

The memories belonged to another Ye Xuan—

The Eighth Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, a frail and sickly boy who had long been invisible within the palace.

Fragments of memory flashed rapidly, finally freezing on a night bathed in silvery moonlight. <