AD 1104, the third year of Chongning in the Northern Song Dynasty, the Qingming Dynasty
Ye Xingchen was woken up by a burst of pain.
The back of his head felt like someone had been hit with a blunt object, his temples were pounding, and there was a sour smell in his stomach. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was not the mottled ceiling of the rental house, but the gray sky and a piece of withered yellow reeds swaying in the wind.
