After I Died, He Regretted It So Much He Went Mad on the Throne

I was Xiao Jue's blade for fifteen years, accompanying him from a disgraced heir to the Lord of the North. I took blows for him and killed for him.

Then a newly arrived strategist in white waved his feather fan, and I became a traitor accused of conspiring with the enemy.

Xiao Jue broke my legs with his own hands and crippled my dantian. In the end, he sent this discarded pawn of his to the capital to offer up my last drop of blood for his imperial ambitions.

I thought that was the end. But after I died, my spirit lingered, and I watched with my own eyes as he avenged me and went mad with grief.

I watched him cling to my empty tomb, murmuring and begging me to come back.

But Xiao Jue,

what do I care about the remorse you bought with a vast empire?

Theme: Justice that comes too late is worth less than grass.