Schemes? Poisonous strategists? Offering two peaches to kill three warriors? Disarming the troops over a cup of wine? Appointing people solely on merit?
Open strategy? Pillars of the state? Balancing righteousness and profit? Worrying for the country, its people, and the realm?
I, Zhao Feilong, wield the hidden blade that kills in one hand, and the open blade that saves lives in the other! I decide who lives and dies, and rule life and death at my whim!
My armies tread across the nine provinces, and none can resist them! They surrender at the sight of my banners!
In court, those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish!
The beauties of the realm will all be mine!
“Feilong, stop waging war everywhere. There's nowhere left in the nine provinces for you to conquer!” the empress pleaded, nestled in his arms.
“Zhao Feilong, you beast! How could I have married a butcher like you?” Princess Anyang cried on their wedding night.
On one side, the realm; on the other, the beauties.
Of course, I'll have both!
