"Han Heavenly Son, you abandoned the old capital. With the Three Ancestors here, how dare you?"
"The Northern Frontier stretches vast and desolate, with nowhere to turn."
"Have you not heard? Chang'an and Luoyang, their palaces passed down through generations. May the Son of Heaven enjoy eternal joy in the Palace of Everlasting Peace!"
Verdant Green Maiden had traveled through many Prefectures and Counties in the north. Since the Han Court had moved south, songs like this had grown more and more common, sung by countless people. They were all Han People, all lost and uncertain. In the Four Hundred Years of the Two Han Dynasties, the Han Dynasty had fled disaster by moving for the first time!
Though Liu Shan had enfeoffed two branches of the Imperial Clan to guard Chang'an and Luoyang, that was far from enough.
No matter how numerous the Imperial Clan was, it could not match the weight of the Son of Heaven!
Fortunately, the Han Court still held sway in the north, and the realm had yet to descend into chaos.
In the forest, the breeze was gentle and mild.
"Ah—"
The Verdant Green Clad Woman lay beside a stream, stretching out her body. With a roll, she stuck her feet into the water.
The stream ran cool against her skin, washing over her again and again.
A short distance downstream, Old Yellow Ox lowered his head to drink.
Seeing this, Verdant Green Maiden lifted a foot and splashed water at him, then scolded helplessly, "Hey, you old pal! Couldn't you check what's upstream before drinking? You really are a silly old ox!"
Old Yellow Ox said nothing, and just kept drinking.
"Tsk..."
Watching him drink one mouthful after another, Verdant Green Maiden clicked her tongue. A thought couldn't help but stir in her