Just imagine this as a parallel world.
Our story takes place in the Kingdom of Mu.
“Today, the leaders of every people have gathered here with me, and together we swear an oath. In this life, we will never again invade or attack one another. Our peoples will share what they have and maintain friendly relations. There will be no more division between us.”
“The sun and moon bear witness, the mountains and rivers stand as proof. The people of the Kingdom of Mu and all the other peoples will join their bloodlines and become brothers. We shall establish Huaxia and unite under the name Zhonghua!”
Over the next ten years, Ziying, Huaiyu, and countless companions defended their homes and country, and fought against heaven and earth. They endured partings in life and death, witnessed helplessness, and traveled thousands of miles over rough roads. The youths of those days were no longer young, but the osmanthus flowers on the trees still bloomed brilliantly. The youths had changed; the sun and moon turned, and youthful blood dyed one oath after another red.
A commentary on the Spring and Autumn Annals, written in the Tang dynasty, says:
“China is called Xia for the greatness of its rites and ceremonies; it is called Hua for the beauty of its garments and ornaments.”
But now, they wish to buy osmanthus blossoms and take them along with their wine, and the morning sun has risen once more! The youths are undaunted! They take up the pen of history and paint a splendid land! History is rewritten because of them:
“China is called Xia for the greatness of its unity; it is called Hua for the splendor of its many peoples.”
