The Li Dynasty's fortune had run its course, and its great edifice was on the verge of collapse. Internal strife and external threats piled up, all tangled together.
To Ye Luan, Minister of Rites, the realm was vast, but two places mattered most: Chang'an and Kucha.
To Shen Sui, the Protector-General of the Anxi Protectorate, the Hexi Corridor linking the interior with Longyou was a distant, ever-present concern.
Those brave, wholehearted young people either traveled thousands of miles to return to the court or ventured deep into the Western Regions to defend the realm. They stood as the Li Dynasty's final glimmer of hope before its utter collapse.
May the records kept by the people and officials concern nothing more than weddings, funerals, and the ordinary affairs of life.
May the borders be secure, the people free to travel, and every door open at night.
May the nation prosper, its people live in peace, and the land know calm and clarity.
May all be idle, and may peace reign beneath heaven.
Many years later, few people spoke of the Western Regions anymore. Most cared only about matters touching their own lives: the harvest or their children's studies. No one looked back to ask how the peace they enjoyed had come to be. Only I still told my students in class about the war-torn, heroic years in the Four Commanderies of Hexi and Kucha in the Western Regions.
When news from the Western Regions finally came again, all of the Central Plains were shaken. By then, I was already old and frail.
Our generation never did live to see the final fate of the Anxi Protectorate. But those who came after us would read these words in the history books:
"When the armies of the Central Plains dynasty set foot in the Western Regions again, a thousand years had passed."
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All my troops have white hair, and I will never forget Chang'an! I burst into tears
It feels a bit messy. From the moment of being attacked, I felt that some plot twists were abrupt, and I didn't know what to write if I added a little bit. I'm so sleepy, I'll go to bed first and continue tomorrow.
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The author's depiction is so delicate. It feels light, like a mountain spring, which moistens my heart.
I cried. All my troops have white hair. I will never forget Chang'an until I die.
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All my troops have white hair, and I will never forget Chang'an! I burst into tears
What the hell??? What is he going to do
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