Dong Zhuo was executed, but Chang'an did not usher in peace.
The eleven-year-old Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty Liu Xie woke up on a cold night, facing a broken government situation with arrogant soldiers and powerful officials outside and powerful officials at home. Wang Yun is upright but is approaching danger at every step, Lu Bu is brave but has nowhere to stay, the old army of Liangzhou has a turbulent undercurrent, and the princes and heroes have their own agendas. The great man in the history books seems to be destined to decline.
But in this life, Liu Xie no longer wanted to be an emperor at the mercy of others.
He could not conjure millions of powerful soldiers out of thin air, nor could he subdue the princes of the world with a single word. He could only use an edict, a sacrifice, and a summons to slowly give the Han Dynasty some breathing space amid the residual flames of the palace lanterns, the blades of the court, and the panic of the people.
When everyone thought that the young emperor was just a chess piece in troubled times, the real chess game had quietly begun in the deep palace of Chang'an.
Reader comments
I was careless. I originally thought it was a conspiracy because everyone had different positions and interests and made different choices. In the end, everyone from Liu Xie to Xiao Bing became non-stick pans. [Shock]
I was careless. I originally thought it was a conspiracy because everyone had different positions and interests and made different choices. In the end, everyone from Liu Xie to Xiao Bing became non-stick pans. [Shock]