O Vigia da Noite de Da Ning
Confucionismo, budismo, taoismo, deuses, imortais, demônios, mil escolas, três religiões e nove vertentes. Em um mundo cruel e sanguinário, eu, um transmigrador comum e sem graça, além de exibir arrog
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“Qin Zheng, get up, it’s time for your execution!”
Half-conscious, Qin Zheng was jolted awake by the harsh words. He was about to see who was shouting so early in the morning when, upon fully taking in his surroundings, he was completely dumbfounded.
Stone walls piled high, with only a small bowl-sized window slanting above. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a beam upon his chest, where the circled character for “prisoner” was vividly marked.
He suddenly sat upright, the chains clanking loudly, every wound on his body aching sharply, making him gasp for breath.
Hiss… what’s going on?
Qin Zheng sniffed the damp, musty air with growing horror, doubting his own reality—and then truly began to question his life.
I’ve transmigrated…
A surge of memories forcibly invaded his mind, irresistible.
Qin Zheng: scion of a military family in the Great Ning Dynasty, currently serving as assistant captain at the Court of Rituals, overseeing the city’s Brothel Department.
His ancestors, seventeen generations of Western Army generals, all perished at Yanmen Pass at the hands of monstrous beasts. His mother vanished while retrieving his father’s body from Yanmen Pass. Qin Zheng was the eighteenth and final heir of the Qin family.
As the eighteenth generation official, Qin Zheng was raised by the emperor himself at Xuanhe Garden since childhood. At eight, he entered the Imperial Academy, studying alongside children of high-ranking officials.
Unfortunately, he could never memorize the Three Character