When Chen Mo opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the bright yellow tent ceiling, embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, which glowed with a cold luster in the candlelight. He had a splitting headache, and fragments of memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind crazily——
Daxia Dynasty. Emperor Yongchang. Three months on the throne. The rebels came to the city. Three days later the city fell.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is not well!"
An old man wearing a blue eunuch uniform crawled into the dormitory. His hat was tilted and his voice was trembling: "Zhenbei Hou's vanguard cavalry has arrived thirty miles away! Zhao Yuanhu, the city guard deputy general... He opened the city gate and surrendered!"
