At first, Chu Danqing thought Zhong Hao had written this Blood Letter to present to the Imperial Court, but it turned out not to be so.
Zhong Hao said, "At first, I had hoped the Imperial Court would raise an army to demand justice, seize those treacherous villains, and punish them according to the law."
"Later, I truly saw no hope. I wanted to assassinate those traitors myself, but I was a scholar too weak to truss a chicken. After turning it over and over in my mind, I could only hope that my descendants would amount to something, abandon literature for martial arts, and avenge this boundless hatred and deep-seated grudge for me."
"Sure enough, Heaven granted what men wished for. I had herded horses for ten long years, and my son had also reached the Hu borderlands, concealing his identity as he searched for my trail."
"Before I departed as an envoy, he had just passed the county examination. He had been a refined and gentle scholar. When we met again at the Hu borderlands, he had already become a stalwart martial man."
"It turned out he knew the Imperial Court was unwilling to raise an army and demand justice for one man like me. So he abandoned literature for martial arts, intending to venture deep into the Hu borderlands and rescue his father alone on horseback."
"My son had viewed matters too simply. He thought that with his martial arts, he could rescue me from the Hu borderlands."
"Who could have known that beyond the heavens were other heavens, and above men were other men? There were many experts in Wo Yila as well. Even among Zhu Shichang's subordinates, there were several people of truly extraordinary ability."
"As I herded horses in the snow, someone had in