Qin Jing: the Empire Under the Stars

The copper leaks in Xianyang Palace ticked in the silence, just like the rhythm flowing in the bones and blood of the old Qin people. Ying Zheng opened the black lacquered wooden window, and the night wind carried the moisture from the Weishui River and hit his face, but it could not dispel the gloom in his brows - the sky tonight was too unusual, and the Yinghuo star next to the Ziwei star was so red and dark, like a drop of blood hanging on the sky.