In the fifth year of Jian'an, Sun Ce was assassinated and on the day of his burial, thunder shattered the coffin and cracked the tomb. When I lifted my upper body up from the broken coffin, the tomb guard was so frightened that he rolled over. More than a month has passed, and there are many rumors outside, but I know it in my heart - the note hidden in my lapel clearly says: The assassins are not only Xu Gong's retainers. There is a wind blowing in the east of the Yangtze River tonight. I have to go see someone first.
