Xia Zichong didn't know who his father was.
His mother, Afang, never answered, and Ying Zheng never mentioned it. In the rolling torrent of history, he always felt out of place.
In the next half of his life, he entered the Qin Palace, walked through the rivers and lakes, made decisive strategies for Xiang Yu in the smoke and dust of Julu, and talked with Xiao He all night long in the firelight of Xianyang. He could have left a very strong mark in the history books.
This is a story about freedom, but also a story about struggle, growth, and self-seeking.
P. S.
The author is a student, his writing is poor, he updates it as he pleases, and may update slowly.
I'm not a historian, so some details will be different, so I'll make do with it.
It will not change history, it will just add an insignificant little person to the original basis to witness from his perspective.
This book has two male protagonists, but the other male protagonist Xiang Yu will not appear until the middle and later stages.
Intention: Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it.