When he was five years old, the emperor's uncle usurped the throne, and his father, mother, queen, and brother all died in the palace coup.
But I was raised outside the palace due to my frailty and managed to escape.
In the fifth year of Jianwu's reign, I entered the official position as a member of a poor family.
No one knew that this taciturn young censor was the only bloodline of the Da Qi royal family.
My father, the emperor, was kind and his uncle usurped the throne.
The aristocratic family looked on with cold eyes, protected themselves, and turned around to call the emperor's uncle king.
I have kept this account for ten years.
Now I am walking step by step in the middle of the court, watching those aristocratic families falling one by one.
Soon, soon.
Until the prince of Cui family of Qinghe broke in.
He smiled as gracefully as jade and asked me if I needed help.
I refuse.
But the next day, what I needed appeared on my desk.
I went to question him.
He asked me: "Master Shen, do you know why the Cui family has been able to last for three hundred years?"
I am silent.
He smiled: "Because the Cui family never puts their eggs in one basket."
"So?"
"So," he stood up and walked closer, "I'll let you go."
"——Do you want to take a gamble?"
