In the bitter winter of Sea Circle Calendar 1517, the aftermath of the battle of the East Ming Sea swept across the West Blue like a biting wind. The Ilisia Kingdom's allied army had crumbled under Hua Country's thunderous assault, and news that its commander, Shuenda Billup, had been cowed by Guan Yu before the armies and captured alive spread to every corner faster than the war itself. Before the newly risen lion that was Hua Country, the once-arrogant traditional power of the West Blue had no choice but to bow its proud head and dispatch an envoy delegation to Chang'an to seek peace, bearing lavish gifts and an apologetic letter of state.
Inside Zichen Hall in Chang'an City, charcoal fires blazed, dispelling the winter chill but doing nothing to diminish the excitement and exhilaration on the assembled officials' faces.
"My lord, the Ilisia delegation has reached our border. Their letter of state is most earnest. They are willing to cede three islands in the East Ming Sea, compensate us for military expenses in money and goods, and open trading ports. They ask only that we cease hostilities and restore our former friendship." Holding a copy of the letter, Liu Bei delivered his report in a ringing voice. Though fatigue showed on his face, relief and pride were more evident. This great victory had made Hua Country's prestige resound across the Four Blues, and as the Chancellor overseeing all internal affairs, he stood straighter than ever.
"Hmph! What right do the defeated have to speak of valor? Were my elder brother not merciful, I would lead our troops to raze their Royal Capital and see whether that Shuenda Lucas still dared covet Hua Country's lands!" Zhang Fei's voice boomed like a great bell as he waved his fist. The scorching