Since the Medieval Era, the realm had been thrown into chaos, with rival states locked in endless conflict.
Jiankang had always been the capital of the Southern Dynasty, where kingly aura gathered. As the saying went, "Zhong Mountain coiled like a dragon, Stone City crouched like a tiger—this was the domain of emperors." No matter how the dynasties of the Southern Dynasty changed in dizzying succession, Jiankang had retained its unique status.
This was the heart of the Southern Dynasty.
North of Jiankang City lay the broad surface of the great river.
It was only early morning. The river mist had yet to disperse, and now and then, a few white gulls swept swiftly through it on gliding wings.
Upon the great river, a fishing boat drifted unsteadily across the wide waters. Towering warships slowly passed beside it, while the little boat swayed with the current like a withered leaf that might overturn beneath the waves at any moment.
Two fishermen wore straw rain capes and held fishing rods made from emerald bamboo, sitting upright in the small boat as they fished. The oil in the brass lamps beside them was nearly spent, yet there were scarcely any fish in the baskets at their sides.
Clearly, another night's efforts had come to nothing.
"Damn it, we've caught nothing again."
An elderly man with a scholarly air gave his rod a shake and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"Su, if you're so capable, go down there and find me a bigger one to hook."
"It's cold now. Wait until spring next year. I'll definitely hook Marshal Wei a big fish."
Su Gui gazed at the mist upon the river and lightly flicked his fishing rod.
Wei Huaiwen and Su Gui—these two central figures of the Great Liang dynasty—had actually spent the entire night