In 643 BC, Duke Huan passed away. It was night, with thunder and lightning, heavy rain, and Qishan Mountain bursting apart. I looked at the orchid hanging upside down in front of the window in the Pianlan Palace. The branches and leaves were all over the ground, and the flowers were all gone. I knew that tomorrow the new historian would carve a colorful stroke on the bamboo slips, such as "Nine princes from all over the world, one rule of the world."