O insignificante torna-se rei
O andarilho Yang Can move as peças em tempos caóticos, unindo as oito grandes famílias como sua lâmina, tomando a região de Guanzhong como base. Observa enquanto estrategistas de origens humildes usam o poder como pincel e o sangue como tinta, almejando conquistar o império!
O insignificante torna-se rei
A thin crescent moon was caught between the mountain ridges, like a brittle bone wedged between the fangs of a wild dog. Clusters of campfires scattered across the Gobi resembled ghostly flames drifting through a desolate graveyard.
The campfires marked the boundaries of a campsite, its center perched atop a high slope, where a felt tent stood tall and proud—this was the wedding pavilion for the union of the Yu family from Tianshui and the Suo family from Jincheng.
Yang Can, the master of ceremonies, hurried into the wedding tent and saw the bride seated with demure grace, adorned in crimson wedding robes and a phoenix coronet, her wrists resting gently on her knees, the very image of refined dignity.
Yang Can couldn’t help a silent sigh, feeling a kinship born of misfortune. The groom was dead, felled by a bandit’s arrow. As best man, master of ceremonies, and legal counselor, he was about to find himself out of a job. As for the bride before him… she was already so.
He composed himself, stepped forward, and bowed. “Madam, you summoned me. How may I serve you?”
The bride rose lightly, her voice cool and distant. “There is something I do not understand, sir, and I beg your instruction.”
“Please, madam, speak your mind.”
“The groom is dead. As his bride, with whom am I to consummate the marriage?”
“What?” Yang Can’s head snapped up, his face a picture of bewilderment.
The bride glided toward him, her trailing wedding train flowing across the carpet like drifting clouds. “If you would, sir, might you take his place toni
