The Last Night in Wuchang City

Zhang Dingbian lowered his head and folded his hands in a salute. For a moment, the young emperor suddenly remembered how cold the east wind had been on Lake Poyang last autumn, chilling him to the bone. Back then, it was this very uncle, the Grand Marshal, who had lifted him onto a horse and held him like this with rough but warm hands. He had said, “Don't ask.”

Theme: