In the late Eastern Han dynasty, Emperor Ling is debauched and incompetent, eunuchs hold sway, and the imperial court is rife with corruption, with official appointments in disarray. Wars, epidemics, and disasters come one after another, leaving the people destitute and shattering the Han dynasty’s popular support. Rebellions break out across the land, and the dynasty teeters on the brink of collapse...
Awake, I command the power of the world; drunk, I lie in the arms of beauties. Thousands of years of splendor and storms, right and wrong, victory and defeat, all vanish in an instant!
Amid the shifting sands of this age, a young man travels across the Central Plains with a bow on his back, riding a white horse and wearing fine clothes gifted by Qing Lian.
He doesn’t know what awaits him up ahead. He only knows that his father once said, “This is the beginning of our Ma family’s rise.”
This story is entirely based on my own imagination and is fictional. History buffs, please don’t flame me if you don’t like it.
