"You will never control my fate!" Cao Jianbin roared at the top of his lungs.
He was a son born of a concubine, raised from childhood to be the legitimate heir's shadow. At the age of twelve, his earl father threw him onto the battlefield so everyone would know that his legitimate son was both a scholar and a warrior.
"No. I won't let you have your way. What's mine is mine, and no one gets to take it!"
I have a knife, and it isn't for slaughtering pigs.
