Qi Junzhuo hadn't died—he had been rescued by the wandering Shen Nian.
Shen Nian went wherever there was war. He roamed freely, but his heart always ached for the common people.
At the time, Qi Junzhuo had been ready to die. His most trusted third brother had pushed him off a cliff—no matter how he turned it over in his mind, he couldn't make sense of it. If his third brother had feared him that much, then what did it matter if he died?
But after all those years together, Qi Junzhuo still couldn’t believe his third brother would really do something like that to him.