Xu Huizu never imagined that he and the Prince of Yan would end up here, on opposing sides, swords drawn.
Zhu Di had expected it. Given Huizu's nature, he would never do anything that shamed his late father, even if it meant dying.
The flowers and splendor of Egret Island in Nanjing held memories of their friendship everywhere: studying and practicing martial arts, playing chess and talking happily. To Zhu Di, it was a place he could call his own.
Since Huizu refused to stand by his side and rule the realm together, Zhu Di would grant him a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, far from the world.
Huizu would remain a gentleman of jade-like virtue.
Zhu Di would be the Son of Heaven.
From then on, they would be strangers, one a sovereign and the other a subject...
If the Ming Dynasty could no longer boast the tale of the "Twin Gems of Hongwu," then it had to build a prosperous empire spanning mountains and rivers.
Everyone has something in their heart they cannot let go of.
This is the first novel I ever finished writing from beginning to end. But when I looked back on it five or six years later, I saw so many shortcomings.
After much thought, I still decided to publish it, because Xu Yunwen is the regret I carry in my heart.
Theme: Some fallouts have nothing to do with right or wrong, only where one stands
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The author's writing is quite good, but the subject matter is a bit cold, so please give it a try