"Duke of Chu died five years ago in the imperial palace at Chang'an. The official story was that his conspiracy to rebel had been exposed and he was captured by the Imperial Commander. In truth, he was framed and killed by Yaoshi Mo Ke. He fell into a pit in the supposedly absolutely secure imperial palace and was burned to skeletal remains by black-oil flames. Afterward, Duke of Jin exterminated Zhao Yuanbao's entire clan. The Gu Zang Zhao Family was erased from the records because of it, and Duke of Chu's title was inherited by the Tianshui Zhao Family."
The speaker was actually Beiyou. He described everything in such detail, yet his tone was so flippant, as though he were in the finest tavern in Chang'an, entertaining powerful officials with influence over the whole realm and casually revealing, amid clinking cups, the secrets ambitious men had concealed by every possible means.
Yet this was the rear stronghold of Shu Road Mountain. Beiyou was sweating profusely from the pain of having his leg bones set, but he could still flash a mocking smile. "If I remember correctly, Bore, you had already been the Great Protector of Shu Road Mountain thirteen years ago, right? Did you already know your entire family would die without even a burial place, so you came to Shu Road Mountain in advance to join the demonic path? Ho ho ho, what profound foresight!"
"I lost both my parents when I was young. My elder brother raised me all along." Bore's expression remained calm, and he was not angered by Beiyou. "Unlike my upright elder brother, who was good at caring for others, I was a reckless, violent child from a young age. My brother often scolded me. For a time, I would rather stay with street thugs