The Brocade Guards: Great Ming's Last Line of Defense

We, the imperial guards, wield knives as our brushes and blood as our ink, writing the tale of loyalty and treachery across the land!

The deep dungeons can hold rebels and traitors, but they cannot contain our hearts devoted to protecting the emperor. Our flying-fish robes can cloak us as we move through the night, but they cannot hide the weight of the realm on our shoulders.

Wherever the emperor commands, we will advance, even through mountains of blades and seas of fire. When treacherous sycophants stand before us, no matter how powerful they are at court, we will cut them down to the last!

Our eyes and ears reach across the four seas. We cannot bear to see the Great Ming sullied. Our blades drink blood throughout the land. We will not tolerate petty villains disrupting the natural order!

In life, we are the emperor’s hounds, guarding the realm from harm. In death, we will be vengeful ghosts in the underworld, keeping the empire safe for a thousand autumns!

Today, we swear: the Xiuchun Blade may break, but our bones of loyalty will not. The Jinyiwei may fall, but our resolve to protect the nation will not die!

As long as the Great Ming stands, our blades will shine!