When the poor man Chao Yun stepped into the arrest department, clutching the cowbell his mother had bought in exchange for her virginity, he asked, "What is Qing Liu's crime?" - Ye Qing laughed that he should aim the tip of the knife at the softer belly of the refugee.
Huai Xuanyi asked "Where is humanity left?" In the dark room where the beast's tail was being sewn together - the emperor was wearing human skin and fox fur to review the memorial he had tampered with.
Yun Jueqiu swallowed the blood in his throat and asked, "What's wrong with Qing Shi?" - The blank spaces in the history books were filled with the merits written by the new rich in people's fat.
The land rotted during the annexation, copper coins sprouted in the coffin, and Chaoyun finally learned to bend the "backbone of the poor family" into a ladder for the superior, until the string of blood-stained cowbells exploded: How many "Chaoyuns" can be used to extend the life of a dead thing that has eaten the corpses of all dynasties? Whose blood should be written on the first page of the new history - the hollowed-out bones on the dragon chair, the ulcerated "sun-blocking" scars on his palms, or the tens of thousands of frozen fists pounding at the imperial gates from the towers?
Purpose: Enjoy a dynasty that combines the reasons for its demise. How long can it live?