murdered my brother at the age of six, and I became the King of Northern Liang

Reborn into the Northern Liang royal family as six-year-old Qin Jue, he soon discovered a terrifying reality: his entire family was hopelessly consumed by destructive, romance-obsessed idiocy. His father bled the treasury dry for a concubine, his eldest brother traded three strategic cities to an enemy princess, his second sister betrayed military secrets for a gigolo, and the empress herself was prepared to hand the kingdom's supreme military power over to these fools. Unwilling to watch his homeland perish, a cold-blooded Qin Jue picked up a heavy sword. With a single swing, he severed his brother's head and delivered a chilling verdict: "Since your love-struck minds are beyond saving, die for your delusions." On that fateful day, a six-year-old child painted the royal palace in blood, stepping over the corpses of his own kin to claim the throne as the King of Northern Liang. He sealed the borders, purged the corruption, and forged an iron-fisted reign. Ten years later, when foreign invaders breached the capital and brought the empire to its knees, the once untouchable royals—now reduced to pathetic beggars—found themselves kneeling in the dirt beneath the cold, merciless gaze of the Northern Liang monarch they had once tried to destroy.