When I was nine years old, my father sold me to the Tianshi Mansion as a sacrifice for fifty taels of silver. The heart was cut open and the blood was taken, saying that it was to pray for the dog emperor's life.
On the altar, I held half a silver hairpin I picked up from the pile of dead people and stabbed the Taoist priest through the throat. The moment the torch lit the curtain, I jumped into the vast mountains on the outskirts of Beijing. Behind me was the flame of the entire altar collapsing.
Three years later, I brought 30,000 cavalry from the north back to Chang'an.
The Heavenly Master Xuan Zhenzi kowtows to His Majesty Dan like garlic, and the blood on his head dyes the white jade steps red. My biological father was dragged out of the casino by the guards and held down outside the Jinluan Palace. He kowtowed until half of his face was rotten from his forehead.
All civil and military officials in the court knelt on the ground, trembling and afraid to raise their heads.
On the dragon chair, I crossed my legs and looked at the once aloof faces below, and smiled.
"Everyone raise their heads and take a good look. Who sacrificed the people who wanted to kill me back then? Who will kill whom now?"
