The Annals Of History Have Turned To Ash

There is no willow bank at dawn with the lingering moon, no wine to ask the azure sky, no Riverside Scene at Qingming

A hapless writer suddenly discovers that he seems to have arrived in a false version of the Great Song Dynasty. His family has fallen into decline, and human relationships are as thin as paper. Outside, there are the formidable troops of the Liao Dynasty, while inside, countless incompetent allies abound. The Yellow River flows tumultuously, and even the heavens seem to add to the chaos.

No matter how many difficulties there are, they are merely paper tigers. When faced with challenges, a steel rod sweeps through; as difficulties increase, the steel rod thickens.

The illustrious family will surely rise again in due time