In the third year of Yanhuai's reign, the last rain fell on the frosty night.
As Shen Jichun walked through the alley, he heard a tiny whimper coming from the darkness. He followed the sound and saw a teenage boy huddled against the wall, covered in mud.
Shen Jichun took off his cloak, wrapped the child up, and took him back to the mansion.
For the next seven years, he thought that his adoptive father treated him with great kindness and was willing to be his sharpest blade.
Until that day, Hao Ran wrote on the official document: An orphan who rebels against the party is a crime that cannot be punished.
The candlelight flickered in the court, and Master Shen stood in front of the officials, his gaze never shifting.
Be, without the name of a husband, without the reality of a husband.
Intention: Eternal peace in the world