The Jin rises again in its final years. Follow me as we cross north in the robes and traditions of our ancestors.
A friend to the immortal Ge Hong, a teacher to Xie An and Huan Wen, an enemy to Shi Le and Fu Jian, and a sovereign to Ran Min and Murong.
My name is Zhao Gao, the highest of all Zhao Gaos!
As the people and their traditions crossed south, worthy ministers and mighty generals such as Xi Jian, Zu Ti, and Liu Kun held the North, yielding not an inch.
The Qihuo Army, leaders of the refugees, and fortified stronghold lords joined hands on their homeland to resist foreign invaders.
Yet the rightful heirs to the Central Plains made no effort to advance, huddling in a corner of Jiangzuo, consumed by endless infighting and factional strife.
Today, I, Zhao Gao, have something to say to you all here in the Jiankang Palace:
If we hold power, then let our blades point north. The northern campaign is imperative.
The people are in misery, and our blades will not return to their sheaths!
When the people are at peace, the Jin will be secure!
It can be said to be a good work in the history of official literature.
Yes, the quality of the novel is considered to be upper-middle class now. Come on, the future is promising.
Come on (ง•̀_•́)ง, the author writes well