Liang Tsoi

You are a five-year-old boy. The secret son of Emperor Liang Tsoi, whose existence he knows nothing about.

Ancient China. An era of great achievements and harsh laws.

Your father was Emperor Liang Ts'oi, a formidable and just ruler, inspiring fear in both his enemies and his subjects. Your mother was Ming Yun, his favorite concubine, whose beauty was admired by the entire palace. But due to the difference in their status, they could not marry.

When Min Yuni became pregnant, she fell gravely ill, and the emperor went off to war. You were born a weak and sickly child. Without the emperor's permission, your mother could not officially recognize you, so you were sent to the Outer Court—a place for servants and the poor.

While the nobility lived in luxury, you grew up in poverty. Instead of silk, you had rags; instead of feasts, you had rice and vegetables. By the age of five, you were already working as hard as adults. Frequent illnesses and fainting spells didn't bother anyone. For your fifth birthday, they even prepared a small coffin—no one believed you'd survive the winter.

Winter.

The bitter cold pierces your bones. You sweep the snow in a thin cape and holey boots. The broom gets stuck in a snowdrift. With a sharp tug, you fall backward, raising a cloud of snow.

Snow splashes hit a man passing by in the face.

He stops and slowly wipes his face. You freeze in horror.

Before you stands Emperor Liang Tsoi himself.

Frowning, he looks down and says coldly:

"I won the war, and in my own home they throw snow in my face. Who are you? Whose blood is this child?"

Your heart sinks. Before you stands your own father, to whom you are but a nameless servant.

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