A Useless Prince? Castrated from the Start!
Liu Feng was the most pathetic prince in the Han Empire.
On the day he was sent to the frontier, a corrupt eunuch castrated him, while his mother was beaten to death with clubs as she knelt on the ground.
His fiancée, Chu Han, was dragged into the crown prince’s carriage, her earring snapping before his eyes.
His third brother pretended to help him escape the capital, but set seven deadly ambushes along the way.
By the time he reached his barren fief with three hundred battered soldiers, the enemy was already at the gates.
Watching the people kneel and weep, Liu Feng pulled out the strip of cloth in his robes, bearing the character “Endure,” written in his mother’s blood.
“From this day on, I want only three things, ”
“To survive, fight my way back, and repay them a hundredfold!”
The midday sun poured without obstruction onto the broad, suffocatingly vast bluestone plaza before Weiyang Palace, raising a blurry haze of heat. The massive flagstones carved with fearsome beasts seemed to warp slightly in the high temperatures, like lurking creatures poised to devour anyone who came near, radiating an invisible menace and oppressive weight. The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingled with the scorching heat of the stone, and it was sickening.
A pool of dark, viscous blood had soaked the ground not far from the palace gate. Several emotionless attendants in black robes swiftly scrubbed the stain, rinsing the ominous dark mark again and again with cold well water. The water ran crimson as it snaked away, then was quickly absorbed. All that remained was a damp, cold imprint, stubbornly reminding everyone of what had just happened.
