Coming to this world, Chen Ji knew nothing about his former self, only able to piece together his identity bit by bit from information revealed by others.
Now, the past connected to him was becoming increasingly complete… and increasingly horrifying.
A Jing Dynasty spy? Was he truly a Jing Dynasty spy?!
For Chen Ji, this was the worst possible outcome, as if he were walking on a knife-edge cliff, with a deep abyss on either side, a fall to the left or right signifying irrevocable doom.
What to do?
The person holding a knife to Chen Ji's back said calmly, "Don't make any rash moves, or you will die."
The voice was dry and muffled, yet it carried an absolute confidence.
The other party must be a long-practiced Executive Officer, a big shot from the Jing Dynasty Military Intelligence Department!
