The bones lie cold at Zhaoling, and Taizong's spirit returns. Li Shimin's lingering soul drifts above Chang'an. The once-prosperous imperial capital has been trampled under the hooves of foreign invaders; Xuanwu Gate is stained with blood once more, and Taiji Palace has been reduced to ashes. The maxim “The people are water, and the ruler is a boat” still rings in his ears, but Yumen Pass has fallen and the Nine Provinces have sunk into ruin. He is filled with grief and indignation, yet can only watch helplessly as his land and people are swept away, left with nothing but hatred and sorrow spanning a thousand years.
