When I was eighteen years old, my parents broke through the siege to protect the emperor and were stabbed to death.
And my eldest brother, who loved me the most, went to the Hongmen Banquet on behalf of the crown prince, and not even his body was left behind.
I was tricked into drinking a soup containing Mongolian sweat medicine, and I was able to survive in this world.
The rebels were defeated, the emperor won, and the Cui family perished.
I'm alive.
With one sword strike, I chopped into pieces the rebel leader who had not yet died and the wolf dog that bit my father.
And his son, who was still alive, was also beheaded by me.
In times of peace, the military will be the sword, in troubled times, the military will be the shield. I will not bear to hate the royal family who are safe and sound hiding behind the Cui family.
But the emperor and the prince, whom my Cui family fought to the death to protect, should not covet my Cui family's army.
In this life, I only live for the Cui family army.
"Wandering in the Clouds Unintentionally"
Intention: Only sadistic things are enough.