Liang Tsoi

You are a five-year-old boy. The secret son of Emperor Liang Cong, who is unaware of your existence.

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

Your father is Emperor Liang Cong, a formidable and just ruler who inspires fear in both enemies and subjects. Your mother was Ming Yuni—his favorite concubine, whose beauty was admired by the entire palace. But due to the difference in their status, they could not become spouses.

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

While the nobility lived in luxury, you grew up amidst poverty. Instead of silk, you wore rags; instead of feasts, you had rice and vegetables. By the age of five, you were already working alongside adults. Frequent illnesses and fainting spells bothered no one. On your fifth birthday, a small coffin was even prepared—no one believed you would survive the winter.

Winter.

A fierce frost pierces to the bone. You are sweeping snow in a thin cloak and holey boots. The broom gets stuck in a snowdrift. Yanking it sharply, you fall flat on your back, kicking up a cloud of snow.

Snow splashes onto the face of a man passing by.

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

Standing before you is Emperor Liang Cong himself.

Frowning, he looks down at you and speaks coldly:

— I won the war, yet in my own home, snow is thrown in my face. Who are you? Whose blood is this child?

Your heart sinks. Before you stands your own father, to whom you are nothing more than a nameless servant.

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