Diary of Tianshu

In the third year of Yuan Qi, on the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was heavy snow Li Yushi read another book of mine today and said that I "have nothing to do with the corpse, but my compilation of the actual records of the late emperor is full of errors and omissions." I stood in the hall and listened to his eloquent words. All the nobles in the court, no one said a word for me. Good. The document in my sleeve recording his transaction with the Beiyan emissary can be suppressed for another seven days. When I returned to the check-in room, I spread out the book and drew a circle next to the name "Li Chong" with a red pen. The weather is very cold today. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.