In the sixth year of Xiande, if Emperor Shizong of Zhou, Chai Rong, had not died, then "ten years to expand the realm, ten years to nurture the people, and ten years to bring peace" might have extended the Great Zhou dynasty for a hundred years.
Yet the general course of the world is that after long division comes unity, and after long unity comes division.
In the final years of the Great Zhou, the court fell into decline and the realm descended into chaos. Warlords rose on every side to vie for the Central Plains.
In the ninth year of Xuanhe, the last emperor's reign, a descendant of the Li Tang royal house raised an army in the regions of Liangzhe and Jiangnan East.
The realm is a painted landscape, teeming with heroes.
A femme fatale who brings a nation to ruin, a warlord in troubled times, an emperor of a fallen dynasty.
"If you were Xishi, once the realm was at peace, would you sail the five lakes with Fan Li?"
Emperors and ministers, heroes and beauties: a legend unfolds.
"Since you've betrayed my heart, we are strangers from this day on. If I were Xishi, I would rather die by my own hand in the Wu palace, as Fuchai did."
The story of the ancestors in my old novel, Reborn as Zhaozhao. I'll build up a backlog first, then start posting once Zhaozhao is complete. Come add it to your collections!
