The Marquis's Abandoned Son: The Unrivaled Fourth Young Master

[In the howling winter wind, a broken blade presses against Ning Chen’s throat.]

A modern special forces soldier opens his eyes to find himself the discarded son of a marquis’s household. Red lanterns fill the courtyard, casting light on the whip marks across his back.

His stepmother cuts off his charcoal, his older brother denies him books and ink, and even the vicious guard dog dares to snatch his last half-piece of bread.

The soldier’s spirit remains unbroken. With one kick, he shatters the household’s rotten rules, then climbs over its ten-foot blue-brick wall that very night.

At the Zhuangyuan Tower, he splashes ink across the page and writes “Marching to War” in wild cursive. The Grand Tutor of the court is so startled he drops his teacup. “Such murderous intent! He must have crawled out of a pile of bones on the frontier!”

A black-iron waist token suddenly appears in a dark alley. The Ninth Princess’s phoenix eyes are as sharp as blades. “Fourth Young Master Ning, I wager your head is worth three border cities.” Against a blood-red sunset, the dormant Wolf King finally bares his fangs.

Amid the smoke rising from both court and battlefield, who has glimpsed the handkerchief embroidered with orchids tucked against his chest?

How much blood and fire, and how much tenderness, lies hidden in this fight to turn his life around, one wagered on his very life?