The treacherous ministers raised me for three years, waiting for the day I passed the imperial examination so they could close the net with a single stroke.
But they didn't know that on the night I returned home, the broken stele in my family's ancestral shrine began to shine.
The Register of China's Heroes: Whoever I grant a title to becomes utterly loyal to me, and whatever I grant them, they receive. King Yue, Lord of War, Champion Marquis: every name from history that left an unfinished legacy lies sleeping on the stele, waiting for me to awaken them one by one.
The moment the mounted guards broke down the door, I bestowed the soul of a battle-hardened warrior from my father's old ranks upon the elderly servant hiding in my manor. He struck back and killed them in one blow.
This is only the beginning. The Northern Di cavalry has already crossed the Jubei River, and the foolish emperor's net is tightening. I will raise an army from a single county and personally right every wrong in Chinese history, one by one.
I spent fifteen years studying history in my previous life. I've memorized this chaotic age, page by page.
The Northern Di devastate China? The Five Barbarians devastate China? Then let's make it a little harder for them.
