Traveling through the Red Mansion, the beginning is a palace change.
Good news: I am the emperor's custodian.
Bad news: The Emperor is dying, and so am I.
Even worse news - the rebels were the Supreme Emperor's people. All civil and military officials in the dynasty were pretending to be dead. Even the people in the Jia Mansion were watching the show with their necks hanging back.
No one to help? I save. No one dares to kill the prince? I kill.
A vat of raging fire burned the loyal king to death and produced my fourth-grade guerrilla general.
But the emperor turned around and threw me into the mess in Nancheng - three religions and nine schools, ruffian gangs, and noble sons were running rampant. Even Wang Ziteng's son dared to beat my people in the street.
I called back.
Eighty lashes, in front of the whole city, made the son of the Jiedushi of the Beijing camp cry for father and mother.
The emperor laughed, the prince rewarded me, and all the dignitaries in the court hated me to the core.
The King of Beijing extended an olive branch? No answer.
The second prince wants to mess with me? Just do it.
The Supreme Emperor is still alive? Then wait until he dies.
But they don't know - what I'm waiting for is not whose gift, but whether the knife in my hand is fast enough.
When the four princes and eight princes are still fighting among themselves, when the Jia family is still drunk and dreaming, when the emperor is still playing imperial tricks——
I have turned Nancheng into an iron barrel, taken the old Forbidden Army under my command, and put a knife on everyone's neck.
Reader comments
It's a strange combination, and the plot doesn't even add up.
It's a strange combination, and the plot doesn't even add up.