Swallows skim the pond as cloud shadows shimmer through,
Years blunt the blade and break the Wu hook.
The king captures the herdsman on the plains, and Jiang retreats in defeat,
At Yinping, he once vowed to guard the bridgehead.
Banners blaze across three thousand miles of blue waves,
Looking back, heroes everywhere change their names once more.
Rivers flow on, stones stand firm. How many old regrets have blown away on the wind?
The troubled age returns, and I roam at will beneath heaven and earth.
Dynasties may change, so why not become a hero?
At the end of the Eastern Han, heroes vie for supremacy and the realm falls into chaos.
With the land in my hands and beauties by my side, I will build a prosperous dynasty.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
