The Border Moon Fills the Western Hills

In this age of rule by the Five Kings, every trade is flourishing. When you have nothing to do, head to a pleasure boat on the Taishang River, pick a courtesan, and share a cup of wine; if you get carried away, sleep at the Xiangteng Inn until noon the next day. If you're pleading with a stubborn face to get a seafood delicacy from Yuntai for your sweetheart, be sure not to discuss court affairs in the bedroom. The barbarians of Monan prize loyalty above all, while the people of the grasslands are more beastly than wolves. But how can the tide of history keep the realm divided forever? Like a sewing needle, a thread as fine as cow's-hair rain, starting from what seems to be a tiny loose end, winds its way from the bottom to the top and binds this vast realm tight.