The blood of the previous dynasty is still in front of the palace. Do you think the heavy snow has washed it away? It is like sand embedded in a brick wall, nourishing desires and ambitions that should have been washed away. And those ministers who respected His Majesty as God were repeatedly questioned in front of the palace about what is the way of heaven, what is destiny, and what is the emperor. Your Majesty, be careful and smell it carefully.
A minister rebels against the emperor, a son kills his father, and the heart of a loyal and upright minister is hidden in the mottled blood spots on the red wall.
