The last generation of a dynasty, the only remaining lone city of a dynasty.
The thread of inspiration that led to this little story is actually just about what people of different statuses thought and did before the city fell.
The last dynasty, decayed and dilapidated, is bound to be overthrown. It is an isolated city that is in turmoil and besieged on all sides. There are enemy troops approaching the city in front and no reinforcements behind. The survival of the city is in danger, and it seems that the city will be destroyed in an instant. Perseverance is just because I don't want to become synonymous with the decline of this dynasty.
Generals, governors, counselors, staff, soldiers, young masters, ladies, merchants, even monks, singers, beggars... People of all kinds from all walks of life gathered in this isolated city, holding on to something they couldn't describe, waiting for a miracle that they didn't believe in either...
PS: It's a story about beauty, so be careful == Although there isn't much martial arts and fighting, I still think it's more appropriate to classify it as martial arts. And I think it's not BE in the strict sense, it's just not so perfect and happy.
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