Feng Zhen held his pencil tightly. He used the candlelight to brighten the bamboo slip and worked through the night. His eyes squinted until they became crossed.
"I had a nightmare yesterday. I dreamed of the lord dressed in female clothes."
Beside him stood Yang Si, who had worked overtime but had yet to enjoy his supper. He commented, "Ah, that's indeed a terrifying nightmare."
Feng Zhen and Yang Si squabbled daily. They couldn't agree with each other.
Only one could convince them to abandon their differences and form an alliance with one another—their lord.
Immediately, news of Chenzhou, the imperial city, reached Prince Changshou and the alliance army. His reaction upon hearing the news was in complete contrast to what they had expected.
Prince Changshou looked towards the heavens and laughed. He had never felt so relieved before.