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At the age of fourteen, he drew his sword and killed people. At the age of fifteen, he assassinated the chieftain in the north. At the age of sixteen, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. He went north with twelve men, and only one came back. Father said: It's time for you to go. Jianye cannot hold on. He said: My son will not leave. Until his father lit the curtains in the Imperial Ancestral Temple and stuffed the imperial seal into his arms: "Live for me." From the prince to the one who subjugated the country, from the one who subjugated the country to the one who restored the country. Li Zhao spent forty years carving the names of those who died in the war one by one into the stone slabs of the Ancestral Temple. This is not a cool article. This is the story of a young man who spends his life repaying his debts. Some knives must be endured; some swords must be sharpened.