Lin Xian raised his head and looked at the incomplete moon in the sky.
Zhao Yingjun, this woman's life, is simply too full of secrets, too mysterious.
She established a make-up selling company, MX Company, yet she became the super tycoon responsible for building a steel metropolis in the future world.
And then there's that enigmatic "Zhao Corporation" of the Imperial Capital…
What kind of torrent is swirling within all this?
Lin Xian sat in the chair; his hands propping up his chin.
No matter what.
To save Zhao Yingjun, to rewrite the course of history, to change her original fate,
the first step…
is to figure out how she died.
The incident, the timing, the location, they're all crucial.
Only by clearly knowing how she died, when she died, and where she died can I ensure a foolproof rescue of Zhao Yingjun.
Trying to save someone from 600 years ago with a vague piece of information from 600 years later is no easy task.
But there is still one important clue at the moment.
