When the news came that my bamboo horse Xue Yan and his father General Xue were skinned and made into scarecrows by the enemy, I, who had been disguised as a man since I was a child, was being punished by my father to kneel down in the ancestral hall for setting fire to the Taifu's mansion.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were waiting to see how the Prime Minister's Office would deal with this dandy like me.
My father threw me a dagger and a piece of white silk: "Choose one, don't disgrace the family style."
I cut off my long hair in front of all the officials and said: "The border is far away, so I will use 100,000 enemy heads to sacrifice his 16-year-old soul."
Four years later, I stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to be granted the title of Marquis of Zhenbei.
On the day I peeled off the skin of the enemy general, I received a personal letter from Zhu Ma:
"The Scarecrow has been watching the sunrise for four years. Can you take me home?"
