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Yinti Vision, each article is very short.
You are the eldest son.
When you were three years old, your second brother, whom you knew nothing about, became the prince. He was obviously your brother, but you had to bow down and bow to him. And you have known since you were a child that you will be your brother's slave your whole life.
Will you accept your fate?
You refused to accept your fate, and you and your second brother became natural enemies, and your brothers also followed you to form a team.
You think your eighth and ninth brothers are sincere until you know that they are always poaching you behind your back. Their hypocritical smiles carry an aura of despicable betrayal, but you can't break through this hypocrisy. Seriously or fake, you need allies in this game.
You can only learn to play this game more carefully and learn to give up the ridiculous idea of brotherhood.
Then one day, this life-and-death game came to a brief end. Both sides suffer, you and your mortal enemy, your destined enemy, are separated from each other in the yard.
So it was seen, it was extinguished, and then another pair of brothers began to fight to the death.
The obsession you had when you were born was shattered, and your soulless body rotted in this damn yard——
Until one day, the clarion call for battle also reached your courtyard. You suddenly think of your own youth. Fresh clothes, angry horses, old dreams.
You are so jealous of your fourteenth brother, cursing him with the most vicious words. You know that if both sides were not harmed, you would be the one leading thousands of troops to the battlefield.
Then after an unknown amount of time, you hear the death knell of the Imperial City, which is a salute to the final victor and a sentence to all losers.
You have spent fifteen years in this dilapidated courtyard, and your brothers enjoy the ease of victory or death. And you have to continue to live in despair.
Another year passed, when the snow was falling, you heard that your second brother was dead. Half a lifetime of obsession was finally completely extinguished. You have grown old, gray-haired, and mentally depressed. You finally suddenly understand that your brother, who was still an infant at that time, did nothing wrong and should not be the bearer of your and E Niang's false injustice.
But it was too late, fifty years too late.