The cold iron chain cut into my wrist, and the rough hemp rope tore a layer of skin.
I was dragged out of the prison van and thrown onto the wet mud. The moment his cheek touched the ground, a stench of horse urine and rotten straw hit his forehead.
"Wen Tianxiang, here we are!"
The escorting Yuan Bing kicked me and shouted in broken Chinese.
I struggled to get up and looked up to see a huge city gate standing in front of me under the gray sky. There are three big characters hanging on the city gate - Yuan Dadu.
I was stunned.
Etc.
My name is Wen Tianxiang?
I looked down at my hands. They were thin and covered with calluses, and there was black mud between my nails. The prison uniform on his body was in tatters, revealing several scabbed whip marks on his chest.
I went, I really traveled through time.
Memories come flooding in. Who I am? I am Wen Tianxiang, the last backbone of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was captured and escorted to Dadu in the Yuan Dynasty. Next, he would stage the drama of the famous "Song of Righteousness".
The problem is...
I can't carry all that stuff!
My mind was wildly recalling the contents of the history textbook. After Wen Tianxiang was captured, he met Kublai Khan and decided to die rather than surrender. Kublai Khan tried to persuade him for three years, but he was finally beheaded at Caishikou. Oh yes, I also wrote, "My heart is like a magnetic needle, and it will not rest until it points to the other side."
But I can hardly tell where the "South" is.
