After secretly protecting the Great Ming Empire for a hundred and fifty years, Red Dust finally died of old age.
She had no regrets about what she had done for the people. But when it came to martial arts, she had one: affairs of state had taken too much of her attention and cost her precious time. In the end, her cultivation had stalled at the peak of the Innate realm.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a magnificent palace.
"Your Highness, you're awake? Your Majesty, the princess is awake!"
A maid hurried out, her face alight with joy. Red Dust looked down at her body. She was fifteen or sixteen. In her memories, her name was still Red Dust, but her surname was Li!
Her only older brother was also the founding emperor of Tang—the first imperial dynasty since the Eternal Night!
Eternal Night. The term was in her memories. And then...
Another set of memories surfaced in her mind, memories she had not possessed in her previous world.
According to those memories, this world bore a striking resemblance to one described in a novel.
"Red Dust, you're awake! Thank goodness!"
Before long, a man in his thirties rushed in, overjoyed.
His name was Li Zheng. In her memories, they shared the same parents. They had struggled to survive in troubled times. Though they came from a respectable family, status had offered them no protection amid the chaos.
In the end, only the two of them had survived, wandering the streets since childhood. Then Li Zheng's fortunes had changed as if fate itself had favored him. A chance encounter sent him soaring. With courage, cunning, and the help of a powerful man called Fuzi, he had founded his own empire in less than ten years.