The night in Fenghou Fort was bone-chillingly cold.
Ling Du was tied to the beacon tower, and his seven whip marks were covered with black scabs.
Three days ago he burned the enemy's food road and retreated three thousand cavalry.
What they got in exchange was taking credit, being in chains, and waiting for death.
But in the end he escaped.
Later, he had the army, the land, and the world on his own.
He sat on that chair and put half his life's efforts into an iron law, thinking that he could maintain peace for all eternity.
But the higher you sit, the fewer people there are...
After his death, three volumes of secret documents were buried under the old tree.
Thirty years later, it was dug out by a young man fleeing from famine. The first line read——
"My name is Ling Du. The most human-like time in my life was when I was seventeen years old."
The last page says——
"Fire is warm. If you are cold, add firewood yourself."
