By the time you read this scroll, my breath shall have ceased. I once served as a humble groom in the Imperia…
By the time you read this scroll, my breath shall have ceased.
I once served as a humble groom in the Imperial Stables, content merely to tend the steeds. Yet, simply for reporting an official's embezzlement of fodder funds, I was framed as a rebel. Thinking of our departed parents and how we have clung to life together, I could not bear to drag you to the grave with me. Thus, I sought refuge with the Longwu Army.
But they coerced me into driving a carriage through the dead of night to dump a corpse in the wilds. When I checked the deceased inside... it was none other than...
Lowly as I may be, my heart could never brook such treason. Therefore, I have swallowed bitter brine to end my own life. Alas! To think that a lifetime spent taming wild stallions and mastering the blade should end like this, as an unwitting accomplice to regicide!
I do not know if this letter will ever reach your hands. If luck grants you this sight, engrave my warning upon your heart: Forswear all dreams of rank and fame. Buy a few acres of barren land instead. A peasant's toil may be bitter, but a life of peace outweighs a mountain of gold.