A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Thick and thin files lay quietly on the table in the royal study. During these few short days, they had been flipped through countless times by that pair of steady hands. Then, as if they had been forgotten, they were placed down with unusual quietness. There hadn't been enough time for dust to cover the files, but the cool autumn breeze made their edges curl as if they had been burned by a fire.
Deep eyes slowly moved their gaze from the files toward the haziness outside, directly at the warm morning light in front of the palace. The light from the east had reached the highest brick on the Jingdou city walls but had not entered the Royal Palace, locked in darkness behind palace walls.