The Night Is About to Fall

Historical group portraits + Machiavellian reasoning + dynasty changes The empire will fall, and the wolves will rise. Dayin was founded two hundred years ago, and now refugees are everywhere in the north. Border generals are gathering troops, aristocratic families have built nets, eunuchs are guarding the gates, the young master of Hedong is recruiting troops in his hometown, and the emperor of the capital is watching the performance in the palace. Everyone in the world heard the sound of the building tilting, but no one was willing to move first. The one who moves first will die first. An edict, from a word spoken by the emperor to a piece of paper received by the general, has to pass through Hanlin's pen, Zhongshu's seal, the post horse, and countless invisible hands. Each hand can add a word. Tim is right, it is the power of Conglong. Adding the wrong one is the crime of destroying the family. The height of the temple, the distance of the rivers and lakes, and the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people all hang on these few words. On a snowy night, a general who had just captured the city burned an imperial edict. In the light of the fire, he changed the eight most fatal words. Before dawn, another imperial edict was sent from the camp to the capital. From this moment on, emperors, queens, prime ministers, eunuchs, spies, aristocratic families, and vassal towns all must answer the same question: Who wrote that piece of paper in your hand? It is the knife that kills, but a pen can decide who deserves to die. The palace wall can block soldiers and horses, but it cannot block a piece of paper with the emperor's order written on it.