In the winter of the twenty-seventh year of Jiajing, on the official road from Beizhili to Liaodong, a three-hundred-mile-long execution team staggered in the blizzard. The shackles around Ye Han's neck were frozen with ice, and he stared at the whip marks on the bones deep in his palms - this was the seventh time he tried to confirm whether he was in a dream. Three days ago, he was a demolition expert of the "Blade" special forces of the Southeast Military Region, but now he is the only son of Ye Xiangtian, the commander of the Jin Yiwei.
