Mad Mountain Bandit, False Prince, True Emperor

When I was twelve, I gripped my adoptive father's bloodstained broken saber, with three hundred elderly people, women, and children behind me.

The soldiers charged through the stockade gate with wicked grins, shouting without a hint of restraint, “Kill the men, have your way with the women, and leave nothing alive!”

My eyes turned red. I charged forward with the broken saber in hand. With every person I killed, the blade grew a little darker, and my power grew a little stronger.

Only when the mountain path was paved with corpses did I realize I had slaughtered eight hundred soldiers.

From then on, “The Butcher” became my name.

And “Liu Family Stockade” became a thorn in Longyang Commandery's side, an eyesore they couldn't bear to see.

They tried everything: from military encirclements and assassinations by martial artists to betrayal by bandits from neighboring counties, and even laying siege to the city.

I, Liu Changsheng, never fell, and Liu Family Stockade still stood firm.

Then one day, I robbed a merchant caravan and found a man who looked almost exactly like me.

His name was Liu Gou, the least promising prince in the imperial family. He had been sent away to take up his fief after getting into trouble.

So Liu Gou died, and I became Liu Gou, a prince with a fief.

Less than a year after I became a prince, the Hu invaded, and the Great Han stood on the brink of collapse.

The wolves gnawed at the Central Plains, slaughtering without mercy.

The Hu were monsters, making war drums from Han skin and oil lamps from the guts of refugees.

They feasted on human flesh and drank until dawn.

The Han people were slaughtered to the last.

Back then, I rebelled against the government, not the realm of the Great Han.

Though I was a false prince, I could not stand by and watch the Han people be abused and butchered.

Even with only one city, I was still the Prince of Han.

I raised my broken saber and leaped down from the walls of Liyang City, charging at the Hu army.

Behind me, countless people and soldiers of the Great Han shouted in unison:

“Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever rivers flow, all is Han land!”

“Those who offend the Great Han, no matter how far away, will be killed!”