He was the prince of a subjugated country, and was taken into the palace by the enemy king when he was twelve years old.
The man said: "Chong'er, I will love you."
He smiled and agreed, but thought in his heart: One day, I will kill you with my own hands.
Ten years of humiliation and bearing the burden.
He worked step by step, from a prostitute to a general, from a prisoner to an overlord.
Outside Chang'an City, the two armies faced each other.
He looked at the man who once held him in the palm of his hand across a stone's throw, bent his bow and nocked an arrow——
"Fu Jian, it's time for your Afang Palace to change its owner."
