THE FALLEN PRINCE 🤴
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Chapter One: The Fallen Prince
In the annals of the Liang Dynasty, there was once a prince whose name had been carefully scratched out.
Prince Shen Yuheng, seventh son of the Emperor, had been everything a royal heir should not be—too beautiful, too clever, too lighthearted for a court built on blood and silence. His smile came too easily. His laughter echoed too loudly in marble halls meant for whispers and schemes. Ministers called him foolish. His brothers called him weak.
And yet, when war came, it was Shen Yuheng who stood on the northern wall beneath a sky burning with arrows.
He remembered that night clearly.
The scent of iron and smoke. The screams. The banners of Liang collapsing into the mud. He remembered the betrayal most of all—the seal of command altered, the reinforcements never arriving, the gates opened from within.
History would later name him the Fallen Prince.
But history never mentioned the moment he died.
Yuheng fell from the city wall with a smile still faintly on his lips, blood blooming across his white armor like a cursed peony. As the ground rushed up to meet him, he thought—not of revenge, not of regret—but of time.
If only I could go back.
The world shattered.
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