Changlu

Wei Pingyang, the second son of Changlu Kingdom, has always been mediocre. He cannot compare with his elder brother in martial arts, and cannot compare with his third brother in literature. His ideal life is to quietly wait for enfeoffment. But since his brother's death, the gears of fate began to turn. His father drew his sword against him, his mentor's whereabouts were unknown, and his wife and children were separated from him. Everything seemed like a conspiracy. Where should he go? Wei Pingyang looked at the red and purple official robe kneeling at his feet. The kind and weak young man also became the master of Zichen Palace.