My elder brother died by the sword, and there was no one in Jiangdong to carry him.
Eighteen-year-old Xiao Yan was pushed to the stage, and the civil and military officials in the court were waiting to see the joke. The uncle of the clan was sharpening his sword, and the two powerful men next door were eyeing him.
Everyone thought this kid wouldn't survive three months.
As a result, three months later, the Lujiang rebel general was killed. A year later, Chibi burned 800,000 troops. Ten years later, Jingzhou was captured and Yiling was burned for another 700 miles.
The two heroes never figured it out until they died - how could they be played by a young boy all their lives?
Fifty-two years later, Xiao Yan stood on the dragon throne, with the Wu Empire behind him.
In front of me is a person who will never come back.
