In the thirteenth year of Chengxi, the Great Zhou descended into civil war. Foreign tribes seized the opportunity to invade the Central Plains, and the emperor was killed in battle, leaving most of the realm occupied.
After twenty years as a useless wastrel, Chu Weixu was hastily pushed onto the throne by the ministers. But the court was rife with factions, and every official had their own agenda.
Chu Weixu had no choice but to turn his attention to the newly surrendered leader of the rebel army. He treated him with the utmost care, even sharing his meals and quarters with him, and sure enough, successfully brought him under his command.
With a fierce general at his side, Chu Weixu felt his life was temporarily safe. But if he wanted to survive for the long haul, he would have to find a few more people to recruit.
He hadn't even had the chance to pull out all the stops when capable ministers and generals began throwing themselves at his feet. One young officer took a single look at Chu Weixu and decided he must be the ruler destined to restore the realm, immediately bowing down in allegiance.
Chu Weixu touched his own face. Had he somehow become the succubus the Western barbarians talked about?
He gently helped the young officer to his feet as he swore his loyalty. Just then, a soft laugh sounded beside him. The rebel leader, now a powerful minister, smiled amiably. "Your Majesty bewitches me every day. Are you planning to cast me aside now?"
Chu Weixu: Bewitch? Who? How come I don't know about this?
Theme: The realm is secured by unity
