Fusu, the Prince of the Qin Dynasty

The sword of power is unsheathed, leaving scars on the earth. The more ambition you conquer, the more enemies you gain. Is this fateful malice? Or the stairs to the top. The fire of desire is burning, rising and falling. If history is a long song, the passing souls form the notes. Between heaven and earth, who's invisible hand will pluck the blood-stained strings of time and space... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.