Beneath the cover of night, the currents surged. Fireworks served as a signal, and rebels emerged. Behind the masks, who had already scripted the fate of the realm? Beyond the court, who watched the shifting tides with a smile, laying plans at every turn? Beneath the peace and prosperity, were the remnants of the previous dynasty hiding, or righteous men of the present? As blossoms spread like an ocean, watch as I, Lord Lin, ride my donkey, follow the tale, and shape the realm with a flower between my fingers.
