Winter, the twentieth year of the founding of the Emperor.
Daxing City was shrouded in a chilling chill. In the bronze crane incense burner in Zichen Hall, the ambergris was clearly extinguished, but it could not dispel the stagnant air in the hall. Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, was sitting on a dragon chair, with a few more gray hairs on his temples than last year. The eyes that once swept the north and south and determined the world were now falling on a memorial at the bottom of the stairs, and his brows were twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan".
