Brothers against fate

Previously

…The Prime Minister, the calm, collected strategist, was undone. He wept, not for himself, but for Shen Yuan, for the life he had stolen, for the trust he had shattered. He wept for the foolishness of his own pride, for the ease with which he had been led astray. The rain outside seemed to weep with him, a mournful symphony for a broken promise and a lost brotherhood. The ledger felt heavy in his hands, not just with the weight of Wei Rong’s crimes, but with the crushing burden of his own guilt. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that his life, and the fate of the Great Liang Empire, had just irrevocably changed.