On the eve of Dayan's fall, I approved the last memorial in the imperial study. As soon as the candlelight flickered, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, the Minister of the Ministry of War, and the powerful official I was most afraid of were all reborn ten years ago. They came back with their memories, formed parties, amassed troops, and crazily revised history, just because they "went with the wrong people in their last life." And I, the tyrant who should have perished, is the only one who has not been reborn. But I discovered that every page they revised the history books left a blood-lettered annotation in my inscriptions that only I could see. The minister of the Ministry of Industry embezzled the money from the work of the Mohe River, and I criticized him for "the embankment collapsed in three days, flooding your ancestral graves." They knelt down in fear, saying that their destiny had changed. I put down my ink pen and looked at the hidden pattern on the memorial that they themselves were not aware of - it turns out that the country's subjugation is not the end, but the beginning of a new round of conspiracy between me and these "prophet".
