The Master Player in the Courtyard
The king’s triumphant return was followed by a celebratory banquet, only for him to be unexpectedly transported to another world—how could this be considered fair? Yet, let me share a secret with you:
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November 23rd, 1963.
In the courtyard house at the entrance of Wenhe Alley in old Beijing’s eastern city, Chen Liang felt the “whoosh” of the northwestern wind blowing outside his window, and his whole being was unsettled!
He stared at the roof’s beam for a while, sighing inwardly.
It was all over—he truly couldn’t go back!
This Chen Liang was not the original Chen Liang; his body had been taken over by the soul of a foreigner from the future, who had returned to life by borrowing the corpse.
As for the original Chen Liang? No one really knew his fate. All that was certain was that after a drunken sleep, Chen Liang opened his eyes and became someone else.
Alas! There went the police uniform I never wore in my entire life, hanging with its one-star-three-stripes rank. Who knows which bastard would end up with it!
Damn, I knew that bald Liu Changqing was toxic. Otherwise, how would I have ended up in 1963, transported from the scene of the celebratory banquet?
Whenever Chen Liang thought about his grudges with his superior, he was filled with rage.
From the first year at the police academy, when he met Liu Changqing, the bald man, his life had been shrouded in darkness.
He was too young and foolish then, actually believing Liu’s nonsense and being coaxed into undercover work.
After ten years undercover, when Chen Liang returned triumphant and Liu Changqing threw him a celebration, the bald man had the audacity to ply him with drink. Now look—everything’s ruined. One drunken sleep, and he woke