The lights of the Golden Chariot Hall were blinding.
Ten years. I, Xiao Jue, had guarded the bitterly cold northern frontier for ten whole years. During that time, the three hundred thousand soldiers of my Northern Guard Army endured ice and snow, building a wall with their own flesh and blood to hold the Northern Di cavalry at the border. Three months ago, in the decisive Battle of Bloodwolf Plain that would determine the fate of the empire, I led three thousand deathsworn soldiers straight into the enemy chief’s royal tent and took seventeen heads, including the Northern Di Khan and his three princes. The battle crippled the Northern Di, who would not dare look south for at least twenty years.
When the victory report came back, the whole nation rejoiced. His Majesty sent twelve golden decrees in succession, summoning me to the capital to receive my reward.
Now I stand in the Golden Chariot Hall, symbol of the empire’s highest honor. The fierce chill of the northern snows still clings to me, at odds with the warm perfumes and splendid finery filling the hall. The python robe and jade belt were just bestowed upon me. They feel heavy, and I’m not used to them. I much prefer my black iron armor, soaked in blood and dust.
“My dear subject, ten years defending the frontier. You have rendered outstanding service, and I am deeply gratified.” Emperor Chu Xinghe’s voice rings out from the throne, warm and smiling. He looks older than I remember, but his eyes remain deep and unreadable. Ten years ago, he was still the crown prince, and I was the sharpest sword at his side. After he ascended the throne, I went to the northern frontier to guard the realm for him, and for the Great Chu Empire.
