Where peace holds firm, hunger holds no name. When he hijacked Shen Yilun upon his return from the southern t…
Where peace holds firm, hunger holds no name.
When he hijacked Shen Yilun upon his return from the southern tour, when he imprisoned Shen deep underground, when he assumed the role of Master of Grain in another man's name, Zheng E gently brushed the old fan his childhood friend once gave him. Again and again, he recalled the promise they made in their youth... And let out a mocking laugh.
The ruthless seize fertile lands, the cold-blooded survive plagues.
The ungrateful rise to power, while the kind-hearted lose their homes, their lives, and all they hold dear.
With the world as it is, how could he cling to any notion of goodness?
The blood debt from twelve years ago, he would settle it himself.
As for his naive old friend, let him remain blind. Let him hate. It no longer mattered.
His days were numbered, and this was the only path left to walk.