Love and Illusion in Eastern Wu

I think back to the days of Gong Jin, when Qiao first became his bride, and he stood tall and proud.

With feather fan and silk cap, he laughed and talked as the enemy’s ships turned to ash.

Such grand words, such sweeping scenes: the timeless fairy tale of a gifted man and a beautiful woman. I’m willing to give everything I have to write the most perfect story in my heart and my dreams.