Twenty years ago, the late emperor of Daxia passed away, and all thirteen adult men of the Ye family died in battle. To defend his family and country, twelve-year-old Ye Junyang donned armor and went to war.
He defended the country, repelled the Xiongnu, governed domestic affairs, and helped Empress Mu Yan ascend the throne. Together, they brought about an era of peace and prosperity in which eight kingdoms paid tribute to Daxia.
Yet on the very day the eight kingdoms bowed their heads in submission, Empress Mu Yan decided to kill Ye Junyang, who had risen to the highest position beneath the throne.
Once the enemy is vanquished, the hound is killed; once the birds are gone, the bow is put away. With no other choice, Ye Junyang left Daxia and was branded a traitor and usurper.
The eight kingdoms began showing signs of unrest. Empress Mu Yan had believed that once Ye Junyang was eliminated, Daxia could surpass the golden age of the First Emperor, the Ancestral Dragon.
How could a hundred thousand troops lose to just eight hundred cavalrymen?
Why were the eight kingdoms, which had once bowed in submission, now stirring up trouble and repeatedly violating the border?
Why had the Grand Tutor she trusted embezzled eight million taels and sold official positions?
Why were the Imperial Guards plotting rebellion and colluding with the Eastern Depot?
No, why was none of this going the way she had imagined?
The empress was dumbfounded and tried to make amends, only to see that the enemy princess had become an emperor and was nestled in Ye Junyang's arms like a little bird.
Ye Junyang: “For twenty years, I protected your country while everyone cursed me. Now that it's falling, you remember me?”
That doesn't make any sense
Good, good, good, good