When Chen Mo opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a bright yellow canopy embroidered with five-clawed golden dragons, its surface gleaming coldly in the candlelight. His head throbbed as fragments of memories that weren't his poured into his mind at a frantic pace...
The Great Xia Dynasty. Emperor Yongchang. Three months on the throne. Rebels at the city gates. The city would fall in three days.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, we have a crisis!”
An old man in a blue eunuch's robe came tumbling into the bedchamber, his hat askew and his voice trembling. “The Vanguard Cavalry of the Marquis of Zhenbei is only thirty li away! Deputy City Commander Zhao Yuanhu... He's opened the gates and surrendered!”
