The Myriad Worlds. World One.
When Wang Dashan woke up, he was lying in a prisoner cart bound for Ningguta.
The original owner had been sentenced to death and had his family confiscated in a literary inquisition. Wang Dashan was the only survivor of the family.
The escort sneered. “With a body like that, you won’t last three days.”
Wang Dashan looked at the keys hanging from the escort’s waist and licked his cracked lips.
That night, all five guards died, each with a sharpened branch driven into his throat.
Before walking into the snowy mountains in his shackles, he glanced back toward the capital.
“Old Kangxi, it’s time someone else took a turn on that dragon throne.”
In the distance, a troop of Plain Yellow Banner cavalry was following the trail of blood.
