Borrow the Qin era to reenact the Chu-Han Contention.
Borrow the Mohists to reenact the Hundred Schools of Thought.
That young boy became the Mohist leader at a very young age. Wearing a black bamboo hat and a long, dark robe embroidered with gold, he held a pitch-black sword in one hand, while the other was covered in mechanisms. A wooden fox half his height followed at his side. He looked up at the people aboard the ship and smiled. "Excellent. From now on, this Mirage Tower will be the Mohists' base. We'll roam the four seas, and Ying Zheng will never find us."
From then on, Mohist disciples traveled across the Central Plains without worrying that their sect would be destroyed. Each had a mechanical beast, making them easy for the common people to recognize. They were the finest engineers and psychologists, and the most well-organized sect. Though the Mohists roamed the four seas, they quietly continued to contribute to the Great Zhou.
Many years later, after ruling for sixty years, the days Emperor Ji Ru Qianlong most often looked back on were still the adventures she had shared with their group back then. Whenever she thought of that boy in yellow, the empress would softly utter a phrase the world had not heard in a long time: "Back then, he was still called Tianming. He was terribly mischievous."
Where did the person once called "Tianming" go in the end? Even the Mohist disciples did not know. It was as if their leader had suddenly vanished. But his departure did not bring turmoil to the Mohists. What he left behind was not a successor, but something far better than one.
