Chapter One: The Illegitimate Son of the Eldest Legitimate Son of Northern Liang
The Liyang Dynasty.
Northern Liang, frontier territory, Shuma Camp.
Chen An stood anxiously inside the central military tent.
Outside the camp, soldiers stood ready for dawn; inside, the atmosphere was restless and uncertain.
A vast leather map on the wall depicted a tangled web of competing forces, each territory overlapping like jagged teeth.
At this moment, Chen An felt like an innocent little rabbit wandering into a den of wolves.
But it wasn’t entirely his fault.
After all, it was only today that he learned his biological father was Fan Jin, the Supreme Pillar of the State, Grand General of the Northern Expedition, and King of Northern Liang under the Liyang Dynasty.
The tent flap parted, and a limping elderly man entered.
“Sit down,” Fan Jin said.
Perhaps the sudden recognition of kin made them both somewhat uneasy.
Years ago, Fan Jin had been merely a scout captain. During a reconnaissance mission, he was injured and saved by Chen An’s mother. Over time, feelings blossomed, and she bore Chen An. However, they were separated by the chaos of war.
It was only by chance, just a day ago, that father and son found each other again.
Chen An took a deep breath.
Sometimes, transformation is sudden and unexpected.
“I’ve already told your mother to change her surname from Chen to Fan and enter the ancestral hall,” Fan Jin said. “After this battle, come home with me.”
No sooner had Fan Jin finished speaking than footsteps sounded outside.
A woman in a brocade gown, dignified and elegant, approached, flanked by several maids.
“Madam, this is Chen An, whom I mentioned before.”
Hearing this, Chen An realized she must be his stepmother, Lady Li.
“You have a handsome face, worthy of the Fan family bloodline,” Lady Li glanced at him, “But can you read and write? Can you wield a blade or a staff?”
“I recognize a few characters and have practiced martial arts for a couple of days,” Chen An answered softly.
“Your father is the King of Northern Liang, burdened with the responsibility of three provinces and eighteen cities. The Western barbarians have waged endless conflicts, the eighteen tribes of the steppes eye us hungrily, southern bandits and pirates occasionally invade, the young emperor of Liyang has ascended, noble families scheme against each other, and the realm is engulfed in war. Your father is exhausted from it all. Battles among brothers, father and son fighting side by side—having you is a blessing. But tell me, do you wish to pursue letters or arms?”
Hearing Lady Li’s test, Chen An replied earnestly, “I want to become a warrior who can face ten thousand enemies!”
Fan Jin was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. “Good, ambition well placed. A true man must blaze a trail through thorns and achieve unparalleled glory.”
Lady Li nodded approvingly. “You certainly surpass your father’s youthful spirit in that.”
Seeing his wife’s favorable impression, Fan Jin seized the moment. “Hurry and serve tea to your stepmother.”
For those in the Liyang Dynasty, serving tea to the matriarch signified acceptance into the family.
Yet Fan Jin had misjudged.
Lady Li did not drink the tea but placed it gently on the table. “I hear you wish to enter the ancestral hall?”
“Yes,” Chen An was straightforward. “My mother lived a lonely life. According to our customs, an unmarried woman cannot have a tombstone after death. I don’t want her departure to be so pitiful. I want her to have a place and a name.”
“How filial,” Lady Li smiled faintly. “But the ancestral hall isn’t easy to enter.”
Fan Jin and Chen An felt a chill.
“In that case, I will take my leave.”
Exiting the camp, Chen An cast a glance back at the central tent, his expression complex.
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Shuma Camp had once been a military garrison, capable of housing over a hundred tents.
Though night had fallen, many heavily armed soldiers patrolled the area.
These loyal Fan family guards were all battle-hardened veterans.
Lady Li’s words were not empty—anyone could see that the realm was like a boiling cauldron of hot oil.
Though calm on the surface, a single droplet could trigger an explosion.
Chen An was sixteen years old, but no one knew of his two lifetimes.
In his previous life, he had been a combat advisor for a special operations unit in the Huaxia region, as well as a chief instructor for special forces.
Regarding Fan Jin, Chen An felt a natural estrangement, born of abandonment.
Unable to sleep in the tent, Chen An tossed and turned until Lady Li lifted the curtain and entered, accompanied by maids carrying several chests.
“Madam, what is this?”
“Your father said you just arrived and might not rest well, so I brought some bedding.”
Chen An smiled kindly. “Thank you, Madam. After all these years, I’ve grown fond of the sky as my quilt and the earth as my bed.”
Lady Li waved dismissively, and the maids opened the wooden chests.
To Chen An’s astonishment, the chests were filled with gold and silver!
“Madam, what is this?”
“Chen An, your status is inconvenient for your father and the entire Fan family. This wealth will be enough for you to find a peaceful place to live out your days.”
Lady Li spoke gently but clearly.
Chen An smiled bitterly. “Madam, I told you, money means nothing to me. I only want a place for my mother—a name in the family.”
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“A place in the family...” Lady Li chuckled darkly. The kindness, warmth, and dignity that had graced her face moments ago vanished, replaced by cold cruelty and a resolute malice.
“You, a bastard, and your mother, a lowly woman, dare to seek a place in the family? Guards, take him away, chop him to pieces, and feed him to the dogs!”
“What are you doing?” Chen An was stunned, then his expression twisted with rage.
“Doing? Of course, sending you to reunite with your mother!” Lady Li’s words were followed by several burly men armed with swords, bows, and crossbows bursting in.
“You are my father’s wife, so technically my stepmother. Don’t force me to kill you!”
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