Duan Cunyi has dealt with horses all his life. As a child, he fed horses to support himself and his younger b…
Duan Cunyi has dealt with horses all his life.
As a child, he fed horses to support himself and his younger brother. As a youth, he drove horses to earn himself a promising future. But in middle age... simply for questioning the horse master’s purchase of inferior steeds, he was falsely accused of conspiring with rebels and sentenced to death... To preserve his own and his brother’s lives, Duan Cunyi yielded, that official said if he would drive this gilded great carriage into the wilderness, he could live.
But… would he truly survive?
So be it. Since he began as a horse trader, he might as well end driving horses toward his death.
A waning moon over Qin sheds light on a lonely shade,
Iron hooves wear bones thin, once they sold carved saddles made.
On crimson steps, a broken stirrup weaves the snare of crime,
Steeds trample silk brocade, and shatter the loyal heart sublime.