Tyrant, You Have a Son Waiting to Be Claimed

On the night the tyrant spent away from home, someone knocked on his door.

In the moonlight, a child gazed up at him with wide eyes, then handed him a letter.

The letter said this was his son and that he had to raise him well.

The tyrant sneered. What a joke. He hadn't touched anyone in years, so how could a son simply appear out of nowhere?

But why did the child's eyes look so much like someone's?

Someone who had been dead for many years: his enemy, Xie Rongxi.

A short story set in an alternate world

Blurb dated December 15, 2025

Theme: Building a better life