Looking back across five thousand years of Chinese history, perhaps no dynasty has ever been as full of unsolved mysteries and endless legends as the Northern and Southern Dynasties, even fifteen hundred years later. This is the legend of Prince of Lanling Gao Changgong and Emperor Wu of Zhou Yuwen Yong.
He rode west on campaign, and wherever his fearsome mask appeared, hearts trembled and enemies retreated without a fight. One glance at his peerless face, so steeped in murderous intent, and he was utterly lost. Yet he was both the thunder that flashed through his heart on a rainy night and the soaring eagle that looked down upon all beneath the heavens. How could he keep him tucked away in the inner chambers, as he wished? But if not, Changgong, how am I to soothe the heart you have left shattered? How am I to escape this war where one of us must die? I am not afraid of betraying the world. I am only afraid that when you look at me, your eyes will no longer hold warmth, but only frost.
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