My Calling: Zhang Liang, Imperial Tutor

I am Zhang Liang, descended from five generations of ministers of Han. The day Qin’s iron cavalry stormed Xinzheng, my grandfather and father were killed on the steps. Hidden among the corpses, I memorized the face of the general responsible. Twenty years later, at Bolangsha, I swung that hammer not for the common people, but to repay a blood debt with blood. The great iron hammer struck the wrong carriage, and I was unexpectedly rescued by a Sishui village head named Liu Bang. He narrowed his eyes and smiled at me. “A man of your stature, sir, why bother with the dead?” In that moment, I suddenly understood: restoring my kingdom was an obsession, and revenge an illusion. The true game for control of the realm had only just begun.