Chapter 1 Pangu Zhengzong
In Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the gentle breeze swept across the city, blowing off a few mottled walls, exposing several traces of cuts by swords and axes, adding a heavy sense of history to the originally peaceful atmosphere.
No one wants to mention that the period behind those fallen walls was full of blood and murder.
Time has passed and people seem to have forgotten it.
The graceful dancing postures of the dancing girls, the lingering and pathos singing voices of the singers, and the strong smell of powder on their bodies all beautify the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty. But people seem to forget that they were also women from good families and daughters of meritorious officials. But at this moment, they are just toys in the hands of their patrons, officials of the Jiaofang Division.
It is said that women are made of water, and this is most vividly reflected on the banks of the Qinhuai River.
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The fourth son of Emperor Hongwu was standing on the bank of the Qinhuai River in Jinling.
Yesterday, an accidental lightning struck...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
