"Heaven wants to destroy my Ming Dynasty... Heaven wants to destroy me, Zhu Youjian!"
He slammed the angry lamp to the ground. The glass cover shattered with the sound, and the last flame danced and went out.
Darkness swallowed him completely.
That's fine. He thought. Just stay dark. Let's end it like this.
With trembling hands, he touched his waist. There is a piece of white silk tied there, which he pulled from the beam of Qianqing Palace. Three feet of white silk ended the affairs of the king and the glorious Ming Dynasty for 276 years.
The moment his fingers touched the cold silk——
There was a vibration under the soles of my feet.
It wasn't the muffled sound of artillery in the distance, but the mountain below. Deep in the depths, very deep, there was a dull low roar, as if a giant beast from the ancient world was awakening.
Chongzhen froze.
Then came the second and third sounds... The vibrations became increasingly dense and clear, as if something huge was slowly turning its gears that had been sleeping for thousands of years in the heart of the mountain in this royal garden.
