The child's first cry rang out at the very moment King Qin drew his final breath. Li Jun knew the man was gon…
The child's first cry rang out at the very moment King Qin drew his final breath.
Li Jun knew the man was gone. Without hesitation, he turned and fled north, the infant swaddled in his arms.
It was a long, uncertain road. But the child he named Yuan was lively, cheerful, full of chatter, she became a joy that belonged to him and him alone.
But as the child grew older, Li Jun had wandered the land for far too long. He had no home, no rest.
He had to make a choice. The right choice. For himself, and for the child.
The Murong family, born of generals, steeped in honor, upright in heart.
It would be a good place for the child to belong.
Leaning on his silver spear, his body half-covered in frost and snow.
The child cried again, not far behind.
Once more, he turned away. Just like he had on that distant night, years ago.
The road ahead is long. And if storms were to come, let them fall upon him alone.