On the day Duan Yue died, there was a heavy snowfall in Chang'an City. It was snowing in June, and even God was complaining for him. It's a pity that he is just a secret guard who cannot see the light. Who cares about the life of a secret guard? He looked down at the sticky yellow phlegm on the lapel of his clothes and sighed. This was the seventh person to pass by and spit on him today. Today, Prince Jing's palace is very happy, with loud gongs and drums, and firecrackers blasting, to marry the most famous princess of the Zhou Dynasty. Everyone was beaming with joy. He was the only one wearing a thin prison uniform, dripping with blood, and was forced to kneel on the cold nail board. His kneecaps were punctured by steel nails with tiny bloody holes, and the wind in the cold snow was like a withered tree branch. The guests coming and going pointed at him with sarcastic expressions. Jokes in Chang'an these days: Prince Jing's palace has a little secret guard who doesn't know the heights of the world. Not only does he have dirty thoughts towards his master, he is also so bold that he wants to assassinate Princess Zhunjing. Fortunately, King Jing was wise and martial, and saw through the treacherous plot, and captured the little secret guard.
