Summary
Mother hid me in the secret compartment, and I thought she was playing hide-and-seek with me.
But she stuffed a cloth into my mouth and sternly warned me that I must not make a sound, no matter what.
Through the peephole of the compartment, I watched as all one hundred and thirty-two members of the Jin Family were slaughtered, their corpses weeping blood.
The man leading them was an elegant figure dressed in white-Song Ming, the Chancellor of Great Xia.
He wiped the blood from his sword with a snowy-white handkerchief, his smile cold and cruel. “A mere lowly commoner, yet you dared to dream of shaking the foundations of the Aristocratic Families. You overestimate yourself.”
And that is why his entire clan deserves to die at the hands of a commoner like me.