In the third month of spring when peach blossoms are in full bloom, warmth can be felt. Yet, the wind that blows in our face still carries a bone-chilling coldness. A sudden and heavy cough wracks my body, each gasp for air almost costing me all my strength.,"Mother, don't you like Zhen'er anymore Why don't you hug Zhen'er anymore" Xiao mumbled, his eyes welling up with tears.,It is said that he did not reside in Kyoto for many years, until the age of thirteen when his father, Yan Jing, fell seriously ill. He returned from abroad for the sake of his succession. Within three days of his father's death, he married his stepmother and sent his younger half-brother to the north. A few years later, his stepmother Wan discovered her brother was back in Beijing, but he had him executed by ordering him to commit suicide with a white silk scarf. The following year, he was promoted to the commander of the Jinyiwei, punishing his younger brother. Another year later, he was appointed as the Left General of the Zhongjun Dutufu at an age before he reached adulthood, responsible for overseeing the garrison troops in Beijing. At the age of twenty-two, he ruthlessly absorbed both the East and West factories.。