On the day everyone in Tiangong Pavilion was executed, twelve-year-old Qin Mu was put on death row.
Thirteen years later, in the deepest part of the prison of the Ministry of Industry, there was a heavy rain.
The veteran who came to rob the prison handed over a map: "Your Highness, go to Northern Xinjiang and survive."
Qin Mu did not escape.
He turned around and walked into the Ministry of Industry's warehouse and found the "Tiangong Notes" that had been personally annotated by the late emperor.
Cement, blast furnaces, steelmaking, gunpowder purification methods - the three hundred years of wisdom of Tiangong Pavilion are all hidden in these shabby volumes.
"Your empire is ruined, I will rebuild it."
The powerful people laughed at him for talking nonsense, and the aristocratic families regarded him as a piece of grass.
Until he built the Tiangong City that would never fall, refined the hundred-refined steel that could crush everything, and built the divine arm crossbow with a range of three hundred steps.
On the day when a hundred thousand allied troops besieged the city, Qin Mu stood at the top of the city and slowly raised the war flag riddled with holes.
"Tell the world that Tiangong Pavilion is back."
This is not the revival of a dynasty, but the end of one era and the beginning of another.
