How many times have the colors of the rivers and mountains changed? How many have endlessly fought to claim the land? In the end, it is only three hundred nights listening to cicadas, sharing wine and speaking of the years gone by.
Twenty years ago, a war between nations reduced the nine kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn era to three, ushering in a three-way balance of power.
Twenty years later, as the nations vie for supremacy, some lose the realm and others pursue it. As for me, I’m the realm they’re fighting over!
At some point, a saying began circulating throughout the martial world: “Whoever wins Lu Ming wins the realm.”
“His Majesty says that with Mr. Lu’s talents, whoever gets him can claim the realm. If we can’t bring him back, we can’t let another country have him either. We’ll have no choice but to kill him.”
“Wait! Did you just say your emperor wants to marry his princess to me? Then put me down. I won’t run away.”
Years later, after Lu Ming helps Great Zhou unify the divided realm, he stands atop the Star-Gazing Tower, the tallest building in Yujing City, resting his head on the Princess of Great Zhou’s lap. At last, he says the words he has long held back:
“What’s the point of being emperor? I, Lu Ming, want to be Great Zhou’s Huo Guang or Zhuge Liang!”
