Chapter: 1

In the fourth year of Jianwen, Nanjing was ordered to prison.

"There are still seven days before I can die. Not bad, this time traveling to Fang Xiaoru's disciple and grandson really helped me a lot."

Jiang Xinghuo lay on the pile of straw, looked up at the self-made calendar with crosses all over the prison wall, and yawned.

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