Troops Surround Palace—My Son Was Stolen While I Fought

I fought his wars for ten years, seven blade scars on my body, the last one an arrow I took for him. Then he sat on the dragon throne and said my son had died in his swaddling clothes — the crown prince in the palace was the empress's own. I laughed. I took off my armor, showed him the seven scars, and said to the 200,000 iron cavalry behind me: Brothers, follow me into the palace. Today I'm not rebelling — he owes us justice. When the palace gates fell, he knelt begging for mercy, saying the empress tricked him. I grabbed his collar and said: When I was out fighting for you and she was in the palace swapping our sons — how come you never said she tricked you then? Watch free on Palmbox.