But Shen Zhao had learned patience in the northern marshes. He also had learned that the emperor’s most feared spymaster, a eunuch named Bai Yu, was not a monster but a man with his own secret: a younger brother held hostage in the palace dungeons.
“You taught me one thing, Your Majesty,” he said, as Bai Yu’s guards seized the court. “Trust is just a slower form of murder.” qiang jin jiu novel english translation
In the storm-lashed capital of Huayan, the young prince Shen Zhao returned from exile—not with armies, but with a single scroll. Three years prior, his family was framed for treason; his father executed, his mother driven to suicide. Now, the usurper emperor offered him a minor post as a librarian, thinking him broken. But Shen Zhao had learned patience in the northern marshes