Young Master Mo Wushuang

At eight years old, on the day he ascended the throne, he learned the truth behind his birth mother's death. From then on, he endured in silence for ten years, feigning madness and foolishness, barely surviving under the contempt of the court officials and the control of the Empress Dowager.

Ten years later, he plunged a sword through the Empress Dowager's chest.

The Han faction was destroyed, and the court was purged. Everyone thought the emperor, who had risen from being a puppet, would sit securely on the throne and enjoy a peaceful reign. But they didn't know that he had waited ten years for this day, not to live in comfort, but to wage war: against the foreign enemies who had taken advantage of Great Liang's internal strife to devour its territory, and against the neighboring states who eyed its borders hungrily.

So he donned a Shura demon mask, took the name Mo Wushuang, and personally led an army of fifty thousand westward as the leader of the martial arts alliance. From Yanmen Pass to the Qilian Mountains, from Liangzhou City to the Western Liang royal court, he would reclaim every inch of Great Liang's lost territory with his blade.

But he hadn't expected the court to cut off supplies to the front lines, his generals to fall one by one beneath enemy blades, and his most trusted younger brother to be sharpening his knives on the throne behind him.

"I'm not dead yet, and he's already getting impatient."

As he fought through bloodshed and scraped through one brush with death after another to breach Western Liang's gates, news came from behind: the regent had been executed, loyal ministers imprisoned, and the Western Expedition Army forcibly disbanded. His younger brother, who had lain low for years, had turned him into a "dead man" with a single imperial decree: the emperor had been assassinated, the throne had changed hands, and who could prove whether the masked warrior fighting on the frontier was really him?

With powerful enemies from Western Liang ahead and a usurping new emperor behind him, he had no way back. There was only one path left: return to the capital as the man behind the demon mask.