He killed eleven gentlemen, and I was the twelfth.
On the day I entered the palace, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty burned paper money for me. The whole capital was betting that I wouldn't survive three days. After all, the last gentleman carried out was my father.
Before he died, he held my hand and said: Zarao, go teach the Ninth Prince and help him ascend the throne.
I don't understand. Why should a useless prince who only kills people for fun ascend the throne?
Three years later, I came back alive.
Not only was he alive, but he also taught the violent trash that everyone avoided to become a benevolent king praised by all people.
On the day when the new emperor ascended the throne, all the civil and military officials in the court knelt down and worshiped. The bet that I would not survive for three days was not fulfilled. I thought my mission was accomplished and I retired with success.
As soon as the carriage left the city gate, it was stopped by the Forbidden Army.
Now the new emperor, he stood on the tower. He looked at me and smiled softly and cruelly: "Sir, I want to learn this last lesson - how to make you stay by my side."
I taught him the way of benevolence for three years.
What he learned best was how to take me as his own.
Intention: When you choose the other party, you also choose yourself.