This story is set in a fictional world that blends the mid-to-late Ming period with the early Northern Song. In an age of peace beset by turmoil, heroes emerge in droves while villains hatch their schemes. Talented people meet enlightened rulers, devising one brilliant stratagem after another as war fires rage across thousands of miles.
I offer this poem:
Where can one gaze upon the realm of China? All I see is the splendid view from Beigu Tower. How many events of rise and fall have passed through the ages? Endless, like the mighty Yangtze flowing on.
In his youth, he commanded tens of thousands of troops, holding the southeast while the wars raged on. Who beneath the heavens could rival such a hero? Cao and Liu. One should have a son like Sun Zhongmou.
The story is still in its early stages, and the pace is a little slow. Please read with that in mind.
