Before the age of fifteen, Meng Xiyu didn't know what it means to have a bright future. He grew up in Qingzhou and lived a free and unrestrained life. When summons came from the capital, his best friend stayed away and his brother abandoned him. He was carrying an unknown person on his back. When he returned to that so-called home with such a bullshit name, the arrogant gentleman's teeth and claws were seen through at a glance, and his flesh and blood were blurred when he was stabbed with a sharp blade. When he was stepped on in the mud, he thought, since fate stabbed him in the back, he would poke it into a sieve.
"Eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor do not owe each other anything. I have dedicated my whole life to Zhao. I dare not be disloyal in the slightest. If I go to hell like this, I will not be ashamed of my ancestors."
Optimistic but cruel × Gentle but deep and cold
PS: The personality is changing in the early and late stages, so the adjectives may seem contradictory, but they are not very contradictory. It is a personal setting. I hope you understand.
Intention: The sharp thorns on the road of growth will scratch my skin, but they cannot stop my progress.