The window was half-open, letting in the cold air. The light flickered, with the risk of being extinguished at any moment.
Wei Zhao's early life was filled with deception and lies.
Absurd, like a joke.
He studied hard to fulfill the expectations of Duchess Shun and to ensure the continued glory of the Duke Mansion.
He chose to practice martial arts and join the military because he realized that even if a feeble scholar rose to a high position, the power he held was bestowed by the emperor and could be taken away at any moment. Whether the grand edifice stands or falls depends entirely on the emperor's whim.
Military power, however, is different. It is something that provokes the emperor's fear.
Wei Zhao always left a backup plan when leading troops into battle.
He wasn't like his uncle, General Jing Yuan, who was loyal to the emperor and served the country.
He wasn't that noble.
He needed to make the emperor wary of him while still needing him.
