When Liu Yuzhong woke, he had a bloodstained spear in his hand. Beside him stood a band of bandits who treated human lives as bargaining chips, and across from him were more than a hundred starving refugees who hadn't eaten in three days.
His brother Zhang Xiangming was sitting on the dragon throne, staring blankly at a memorial. It was just one small line in the memorial that had left him stunned: the second year of Chongzhen.
Two thousand miles of mountains and rivers lay between them.
One was an emperor of a fallen dynasty, the other a great bandit of the end times.
Would they never meet, one trading his life for the other's path,
or would they insist on meeting, no matter what?
