[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-154":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347169,4587,"Chapter 154: The Eighth Prince Arrives in Jingcheng, Tomorrow at Mao Hour [Combined]","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-154",154,"\u003Cp>Jingcheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The empire’s foremost virtuous land, barely dawn had broken, yet it was already thronging with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds flooded the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning market buzzed with noise—vendors bustled to serve their day’s trade, pedestrians hurried past one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A “noble” of Jingcheng strolled slowly, carrying a birdcage, teasing his bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vendors shouted without pause!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the steaming buns, flipping them in his hands to cool the scalding heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also crispy, fragrant roasted cakes, brushed with meat sauce, bursting with flavor in the mouth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street’s signature stir-fried liver exuded an aroma so rich it made one’s mouth water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sugar-oil cakes paired with tofu pudding were an unmatched delicacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the bean juice, which outsiders found unbearable, it was an indispensable breakfast staple for Jingcheng natives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shopboy at the stall warmly carried a steamer and called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gentlemen, please come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The usual three!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right away, sir! Coming right up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bustling market atmosphere surged forward—thrillingly lively!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down a winding alley leading into the morning market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind a middle-aged man in scholar’s robes walked a servant and a gray-robed old Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived at a stall tucked deep within the market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji, dressed as a servant, quickly lifted the curtain gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhijian !\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the stall, five or six simple tables were arranged in a makeshift dining area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop was packed with diners; only one table remained empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man walked in slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji followed closely, stepping cautiously, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji’s gaze was alert, not daring a single moment’s lapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt every diner here was an assassin in disguise, ready to draw blades and swords, transforming into cold, ruthless killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji acted this way!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the middle-aged man behind him was none other than Prince Jing of Hebei—the former Eighth Prince of Daqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was the “brother” the Daqing Emperor sought to eliminate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this perilous Jingcheng, Chen Ji must forever “protect his master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Chen Ji walked a gray-robed Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed Daoist was short and stocky, his face flushed, his bulbous nose prominent, reeking of alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were cloudy, like a jar of aged yellow wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked unsteadily, as if drunk, head bowed, burping continuously along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever the gray-robed Daoist spoke, his black-yellow teeth exposed, the overpowering stench of alcohol mixed with decay—more brutal than fermented pickled cabbage—unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji was long accustomed; whenever the Daoist opened his mouth, he held his breath immediately, walking several steps before daring to breathe again—it was too foul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed old Daoist not only had bad breath, but his breath was also overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, as his master came to Jingcheng, the Daoist confidently patted his chest and declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With old Daoist here, Jingcheng is perfectly safe to enter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His master believed him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji secretly shook his head—he could never fully trust this Daoist, perpetually drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared the Daoist’s carelessness might stir trouble in Jingcheng and endanger his master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji volunteered himself, requesting to come along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current dog emperor learned his master had arrived in Jingcheng, he’d dig up the city three feet deep to find him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Ji drifted in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er—burp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist lazily let out a massive, drunken burp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul odor wafted through!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Daoist looked utterly satisfied after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji hadn’t had time to hold his breath—he nearly fainted from the stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Jing, Zhou Cheng, gazed calmly at the corner of the empty stall, sat down directly, as if he were a regular patron. His face remained serene, showing no trace of the tension or unease befitting a capital teeming with danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke familiarly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three steamer baskets of buns, and the usual three dishes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist sat down without hesitation; hearing food was coming, his eyes lit up, fingers tapping the table impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji stood quietly behind Zhou Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhou Cheng smiled slightly and said to the Daoist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Mo, try the cuisine of Jingcheng—there’s nothing like it in Jiangbei. Especially the bean juice—I’ve craved it for years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed old Daoist, known as Master Mo, chuckled in reply: “Perfect for drinking with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji watched as Master Mo pulled a black-jade wine gourd from his waist, uncorked it, and took a deep swig—his heart stirred with surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since their arrival in Jingcheng two days ago, the Daoist had drunk heavily every day, yet strangely, the wine gourd never emptied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be this Daoist hadn’t drunk at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he just pretending?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here you go, gentlemen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper hurried to respond, warmly greeting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stall was run by two people—a man and a woman, clearly husband and wife, judging by age and attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wife, still possessing a certain charm, swayed her hips as she approached, carrying three steaming baskets of buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please enjoy, gentlemen,” she said in a soft, alluring voice, curiously studying this unusual trio—the scholar-clad middle-aged man, the servant, and the disheveled Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes, but she quickly masked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bean juice coming right away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the stall reeked of smoke and grease, the wife still wore a careful layer of rouge, adding to her allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The husband, a short middle-aged man, kneaded dough at the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently watched his wife’s busy figure, occasionally glancing at the packed diners, his eyes filled with warmth and contentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed old Daoist had already eagerly grabbed a bun and devoured it, not bothering to wipe his hands—white buns now bore black finger smudges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wife saw this, her brow slightly furrowed, especially upon catching the Daoist’s stench—but she quickly regained her composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years of running the stall had exposed her to all manner of martial artists and lowlife types; she had long honed an unshakable calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced again at Zhou Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guest had faintly gray temples, a refined bearing, and wore fine silk—clearly of noble birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng returned her gaze with a smile; the wrinkles around his eyes added mature, intoxicating charm, causing the wife’s heart to flutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji stood quietly behind Zhou Cheng, watching the Daoist’s crude hand grab the bun—his heart stirred with disapproval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, such behavior was grossly disrespectful, especially while his master had yet to lift his chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew the Daoist was treated with respect by his master; as a servant, he dared not speak out—only seethed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the stall, diners ate and chatted, the atmosphere lively yet harmonious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng slowly peeled back the bun’s outer skin, gently sipping its rich broth before placing it in his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jingcheng’s soup-filled buns truly differed from those of Jiangbei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Land shapes its people!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the same master, making the same dish in two places, produced different results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a deep nostalgia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Emperor’s death on Mount Zhongnan, ten years had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he was imprisoned in Jingcheng by his second brother!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feigned madness, lived in a pig cage in the Zongrenfu , ate excrement, appearing like a lunatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fate ultimately favored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found his chance to escape, endured hardship and wandering, and finally returned to his mother’s clan in Jiangbei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, with family support and his imperial lineage, he gradually gathered a force too significant to ignore, proclaiming himself Prince Jing, independent of the imperial court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is said!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he fled the capital, His Majesty Zhou Zhen—the monarch famed for his gentle demeanor—rose from his seat in the Southern Study, erupting in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an entire year in the Zongrenfu !\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance had changed drastically—this was why he dared to appear openly in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the people of the capital could recognize him, let alone his “father,” were he still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a self-deprecating smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brothers turn on each other; boiling beans with bean stalks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humiliation of those days—he, Zhou Cheng, would surely reclaim it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Two, your throne may not be secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the soy milk arrived, the gray-robed Daoist Master Mo instantly took a sip, then immediately frowned, waving his hand urgently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quickly bring me clear water! This taste is truly unbearable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhou Cheng’s lips curled into a gentle smile as he gently advised:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Mo, anything becomes natural with habit—so does soy milk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Master Mo’s lips twitched slightly as he shook his head with a bitter laugh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This taste, I fear, I shall never grow to love in this lifetime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji, watching from the side, secretly chuckled at the Daoist’s discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at how smug you used to be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the shop, the landlady, amid her busy work, occasionally stole glances at Zhou Cheng—the composed, mature middle-aged man who, to a woman like her, possessed an undeniable charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop remained lively, with many customers coming and going, as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat rolled down the landlady’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtain at the stall was pulled aside, and a middle-aged man entered the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore simple everyday clothes, with a light stubble on his chin. Though streaks of gray appeared at his temples, his overall bearing showed no sign of age. His topknot was neatly arranged, his face stern yet vigorous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He attracted no attention whatsoever!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji, who had been watching the shop closely, froze the moment he saw the man—his pupils dilated in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… this isn’t Xie Chunan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he be here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had previously followed Zhou Cheng closely and had seen Xie Chunan, this high-ranking official of the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was said he had been heavily entrusted—he was already Minister of Rites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grew anxious inside, his heart rising to his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared Xie Chunan would recognize Zhou Cheng’s true identity and trigger a massive upheaval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, judging by the direction Xie Chunan was walking, he was clearly heading straight toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji’s heartbeat quickened; he hurried to warn Zhou Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, he heard his master call out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Landlord, another bowl of soy milk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng slowly rose, smiling as he stepped forward to greet Xie Chunan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji stared, wide-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is going on?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed Daoist, meanwhile, showed no concern—he quietly savored the braised liver on the table, occasionally sipping small amounts of wine, as if utterly indifferent to everything around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minister Xie, it’s been a long time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng glanced at the soy milk just brought to the table: “I still remember your taste—has it changed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan picked up the bowl, took a small sip, and smiled in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Eight, you’re thoughtful indeed—I’ve always had a fondness for this soy milk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan gently set down the bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially today, having just left the palace, I felt the years weighing on me—my legs aren’t as nimble as before. I arrived a bit late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hadn’t eaten a bite this morning; this bowl of soy milk has satisfied my hunger and warmed my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan spoke lightly, as if two old friends had simply met again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji grew even more confused!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t Xie Chunan the dog emperor’s man? Then why is he here now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seems he had already made an arrangement with his master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed Daoist stared at Xie Chunan in astonishment—he had just downed nearly half the bowl of soy milk, clearly devoted to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist clucked in amazement—he himself couldn’t stomach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile appeared on Zhou Cheng’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems Brother Two was overly eager this morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then shifted tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I recall you favor this soy milk because you’re from the north, where tastes differ greatly from the south. Finding food that suits your palate here is rare—hence the lasting impression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan, upon hearing this, sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When in a land, follow its customs. Clinging to old tastes is wrong. Whether it’s soy milk or these buns, eat enough, and they all taste much the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng nodded with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Life is like the dishes on this table—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty—all flavors mixed. Unless you taste them yourself, how can you know their true nature?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji listened intently, but it sounded like a foreign scripture—he understood not a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng wasn’t in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan placed the last steaming-hot bun into his mouth, wiping his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did they begin their real conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landlady, perceptive, swiftly cleared the empty plates and leftovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng gave her a slight smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landlady’s heart jolted—she panicked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small dish she held lightly slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor, shattering into pieces and plunging the room into sudden silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes in the shop turned toward the sound, filled with curiosity and surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper rushed over, first checking on his wife’s well-being, then turning to Zhou Cheng and Xie Chunan with a deep bow of apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji, caught in this sudden attention, grew tense, fearing exposure of his identity—he could even hear his own heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng and Xie Chunan, however, remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper, having run his business for years, sensed their extraordinary bearing—he immediately brought a fresh steaming basket of buns as an apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan smiled: “No matter—it’s auspicious. Broken things bring peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Landlord, another bowl of soy milk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to the matter at hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Eight, are you fully prepared for your arrival in the capital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng did not answer directly; instead, he smiled faintly and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You trust me so completely—aren’t you afraid you’ve backed the wrong horse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve battled Brother Two for years and never won—only barely held my ground.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be honest, it’s not because of you, Young Master Eight—it’s because Tianxi wants a new master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan, courtesy name Tianxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Two is not ruthless enough, nor can he lower his head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you, Young Master Eight, possess true breadth of heart, can lower your head, and have the necessary ruthlessness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan had risen to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow, at the first watch, during the tripartite tribunal—when the Zhuque Gate opens, Brother Two’s frontier troops will arrive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng immediately stood and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Chunan departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng watched his retreating figure for a long time without turning back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ji asked curiously: “Young Master Eight, what’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Cheng gave no answer, thinking to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout history, only emperors test their ministers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s rare indeed to see a minister test an emperor today!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Brother Two had satisfied this Xie Tianxi today,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wouldn’t this Minister Xie be carrying my head to the Southern Study tomorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's a bit late, so I'll combine the two chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2473,"2026-06-21T01:32:57.622Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fa7bf02a28e1cbbb2ebdc12a86dbe8e072800c21d7b14a974008a98c76883132","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-155","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-153",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]