Even the wind in Black Deer Hall was too well-behaved. It lifted a corner of a page, but did not truly turn it over.
Several plain lines of text on the page caught at the edge of Chunyu Gui's vision—
"...His head was then hung high. People of the time said, 'To look upon him, he did not seem a foolish ruler.'"
The moment Chunyu Gui saw the words, he knew the entire passage. He understood that it was from the Qin Chronicle.
History Knife Chisels the Sea was a collection the current Son of Heaven most often perused.
At least, that was how it appeared from Chunyu Gui's perspective. He had not entered Black Deer Hall many times. The first had been when he had first attained Divine Presence, together with Zhao Xuanyang. His most recent visits had all come after True Insight.
Yet every time he came here, he could see signs that this set of histories had been read.
Rulers of such vast hearts and great designs were, for the most part, impatient with the miscellaneous accounts and debates of historical commentary. They looked only upon history in its original form, burying all their feelings deep within their sacred hearts.
Qin Chronicle...
Just as Penglai Island hung alone beyond the seas yet occasionally displayed its influence and held the East Sea in check, Yujing Mountain stood in the Western Extremity and itself bore the heavy duty of suppressing Qin Kingdom.
The execution of the One Truth Sect's leader was, of course, a good thing.
The chief headmaster of Yujing Mountain had been the leader of the One Truth Sect. To the Imperial Faction, this was also an excellent chance to reclaim the authority of the Dao Vein.
But Zong Dezhen had died so cleanly and decisively that